Group Favorite Novels & Stories

“But don’t worry about that. I don’t really care anymore and you know why? Because I have you kids and I know you love me. Right?” “Yes, mommy. We love you!” They Chorus enthusiastically. “And that’s enough for me.” I Muse, crinkling with a bright smile, they reciprocate the smile and we all resume eating. Except for Gianna who choose too ask, “mummy, who’s your Favourite among us?” “Gianna…” sunny pass her a cautioning look but knowing Gianna, she doesn’t just take a bow until her curiousty is satisfied. And I eagerly fetch the answer. “I don’t have a Favourite Gianna. I love you all equally. If I can kill for you, then I can do the same for your brothers as well.” and I Genuinely meant tha

I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation? But, hey, let's focus on the real issue here: my utter delight and non-existent resentment towards this whole arranged marriage thing. I'm not bitter at all about being treated like a broodmare or a prized possession. Nope, not one bit. Just bitter about him acting like he'd forgotten shit. And that pain I'm feeling? Oh, it's just my heart overflowing with happiness and gratitude towards Damien and that dead meat. I mean, who wouldn't feel grateful for being objectified and reduced to their reproductive capabilities?

An unknown number. It could be Elena. Or her boyfriend. My heart picked up speed as I dialed back eagerly. “Hello?” My voice wavered into the silence. I pulled the phone from my ear, checking the screen to make sure the call hadn’t dropped, then pressed it back, heart beating a little faster. “Hello, chocolate.” The nickname slid through the line like velvet, and despite myself, a smile tugged at my lips. “Dorian?” “I’m glad you still remember my name, gorgeous.” His voice was low, coaxing, threaded with a confidence that made my stomach flip.

Its handle is strapped with the end of a pool noodle. I can’t say I was too fond of that brochure. Browsing children as simply as you would a new vacuum cleaner or pair of Sunday trousers. “I did,” “Great, makes it a lot easier for everyone if you know a couple of names,” We step through. She stops quickly. “Lily recommended us, didn’t she?” “Yes, that’s right.” It seems to be the place for lonely singles. I can’t say that. It sounds awfully predatorial.

" You mean aside from the fact that Louisa and Hunter share a strange resemblance in both features and personalities?" I reject any personality resemblance between my baby and that monster. " Their looks are common genes" I tried to argue. " Fine then what of other similarities? Like their interest in art? Or the preference for the color black? Or the strange attraction towards cupcakes with only blue sprinkles?." He is really observant to have noticed all these, because even I never noticed the sprinkles. " Art is a general talent and Louie doesn't like black that much" that's a lie, Louie's favorite color is actually black.

“Can today get any worse?” I slowly found my way down to the kitchen, hoping to get some alcohol to calm my nerves. I looked around at how expensive his kitchen gleamed and wondered if he did anything here. “Gosh, his kitchen is so beautiful, it's just a pity… too bad the owner isn't pretty on the inside.” While ransacking the wine cabinet. “Finally — my favorite. Merlot. It's been long. I remember how I fell in love with you, and it's so good to see you again.” which my lips got talking to the non object but it gave me peace.

And if he wanted something that was beyond my means, I even fought to get it for him. I felt sorry that he had missed out on so much during his childhood. In my previous life, he told me that his elders and relatives would go out of their way to prepare gifts for Charles, the favored son. Compared to those, Samuel's gifts were always an afterthought. They were extras that were passed to him in the end. Only Whitney was different. Whitney, his so-called childhood sweetheart. She gave him candy that belonged to him alone. Even if it was expired, it was still the only precious bit of sweetness in his lonely childhood.

Zay’s POV They say love can be gentle. That it’s soft whispers in the night, warm hands held under starlight, promises whispered like secrets between two souls. But mine? My love for Vee is something else entirely. It’s fire and shadow. It’s fierce and relentless. It’s the kind of love that claws at your insides and refuses to let go. I’ve watched other guys look at her—carefree, casual, like she was just another prize to chase. But I know better. I know Vee. She’s not just anyone. She’s mine.

He muttered thoughtfully. “Are you really jealous of Baron? Why the hell when I have to contend with half of the girls in class going crazy for you and forming a literal fan club!” I said, “I wouldn’t be surprised if I see posters and banners announcing the ‘I love Professor Flynn club.’” “Jealous baby?” He teased me, “I love the name by the way, you could be the leader. In any case, I feel the same way about that friend of yours, so we’re equal.”

(my love) I asked sincerely. “Not at all! You each have your names for me, mi Amor and baby girl”, (my love) she sighs. “I guess I was tryna keep the memory alive of my father because it’s literally the only one I’ve got”! “Okay, I’m sorry I killed the mood”, Meme whines, trying to break the heavy tension that now rests in the air. “Let’s get this game over with! What is Lala’s favorite element”? Say what now?! Ugh! Amory’s dorky side is showing! She’s still the sexiest nerd, but I’d love to hear the story about how Spencer knew the answer to that! “Nine to seven”, Meme says. “Favorite holiday”? Halloween! “Jonny wins”!