Novel & Cerita I Guess Time Makes Fools Of Us All

Me:what no nana why are yoh asking me that. Mpiloenhle: because I know her smell and this car smell of her Me:uhm listen I will turn on our favorite song and we will sing along okay? Amandla and mpilo: yess!!!! last heartbreak song by ayra star started to play and we all wait for it "Why you no dey my time? "Is there someone else? "You dey do me corny o "Everyday new story o "Shey I dey waiste my time

We all sing. “Replay-ay-ay, Replay-ay-ay, You got my, got my, Heart on replay.” Mel sings while Haz and I sing the adlibs. “Thought I’d be fine, I was doing great, Then your story popped up its fate. You said, “remember this song we made?” Now I’m dancing in the mess we made.” Haz and Mel sings. “My heart’s a record that skips time, Spinning circles, losing my mind. I know I should press stop

Sorry for the late update but I will try to make next updates to their earliest The most valuable gift you give someone is time, And I am happy you have given me that for a while. Time is money, Time is life, From the day we are born to the day we die, The clock will not stop unless we close our eyes. Do now what you want to , Don't wait for the right time, Because word right now itself says that I am right. Live,laugh,enjoy every second right now so that you can't say I didn't do that later on.

was all I heard all day long till the day was over it was midnight and I was worried sick about Lucy and I couldn't sleep. I close my eyes as I started singing the song that I love so much wise men say only fools rush in but I can't help falling in love with you and I fell in love with Lucy and so deeply and I had no way of coming back it was such a rush just a day of looking at his eyes, I fell into a hole I might not be able to come out of .

So lame. “You don’t deserve to love me if you are such a fool like this. Yeah, you are a fool.” I speak clearly even if I know that the fool between us is also me. I am such a fool like him. a fool who was madly in love with a foolish guy like him… “So if you are a guy enough to love me… fight for it till the end…” Is it raining right now? Why do my cheeks feel like it was feeling droplets of rain falling?

Oh…so he thinks we are married? I wanted to correct Mang Kanor but then he left us alone now. ***What day is it And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive I can't keep up, and I can't back down I've been losing so much time 'Cause it's you and me And all of the people with nothing to do Nothing to lose And it's you and me And all of the people And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

Never again could he run with her through a sunset-lit street. Behind him, the young man's confused voice floated over. "Hey, who was that guy? The way he was looking at you... I'm getting jealous." She replied, "No idea. He was just asking for directions." No idea. Good. That was good. At least this way, no one would laugh at her because of his disability. The wind blew, carrying a hint of moisture. And in Grayson's ear, a voice from a distant memory played out, 'Grayson? He's my boyfriend. And someday, he's going to be my husband. We're going to be together forever. Always.' The wind died down. And just like that, the voice faded away. The End.

"This time, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you." I fiercely wiped his scent from my lips and retorted with a cold smile, "Damien, I'll only ask you one thing. Can you really not see that this whole damsel in distress act is a lie?" Damien hesitated, avoiding my gaze. "I... I'm not sure." Not sure, or just deceiving himself? What a joke. They both knew her tricks, yet they were once again pushing me toward the blade without a second thought. The VIP room of the underground black market felt like another world.

In three years, he had never once cooked for me. So that was what love looked like. I wiped my tears, hung up, grabbed my suitcase, and walked out the door. I didn’t look back—not at the apartment filled with happy memories that I had clung to for far too long. At the airport, just before boarding, I got a message from Lucien. “Mia, work ran late. I’m sorry. I can’t make it home for dinner. I’ll bring home your favorite mango mousse cake, okay?”

"Christopher, don't be upset. Ms. Coleman only wants to take me along because she feels bad that I'm always alone for the holidays. If you're against it, then don't force yourself. I can go by myself. "I mean it, Christopher. You don't need to pack anything." He reached for the suitcase in my hand. But a second later, it crashed to the floor with a heavy thud. My hand trembled as I held the clothes. Looking at the young man in front of me with a false expression of grievance, I knew without a doubt that I had been reborn. I had been brought back to the very day Matthew was supposed to go to the beach alone. In my last life, on this exact day, Tessa wanted to take Matthew out on the water for