I See Me Books Novels & Stories

The CEO And Me Author : Bayu Hidayat Translator : Yuriko *** The car that is driven by Secretary Diana began to separate from the group of bridesmaids. Some people who saw this frowned slightly in surprise. "Why is Mr. Awan going the other way?' they all wondered inside. "Ah, there may be a sudden problem or matter" Those who doesn't want to be bothered thought. A few moments later, the car that carries Secretary Diana and Mr. Awan was entered the gate of a motel which was quite close to the route they were currently taking.

I see David at the corner of my eyes , watching us. “Oh trust me , I will not say a thing – don’t want any one else to be scarred for life…” I chuckle. “Oh please…you have been blessed to see such romance – better than any porn video you will ever see” I chuckle at her. “That is what you think… You know I came across a book called “ How to please your man properly?” I think I should let you borrow it , so you can up your performance…” she gasps at what I say.

A Dream House (Continuation) I sat on the beige colored tiled floor of the living room. And I looked around me, the ceilings are neatly painted white, while the walls are covered with medium toned brown wallpapers. I opened another box. From the box I pulled out lots of books, maybe fifty to seventy of them. The books come in different forms, big and small, thin and thick. Our book collection includes about twenty five of Mallory’s bedtime story books, a New King James bible version, a children’s bible, and there is one of my favorite books; Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life, also my favorite novels from Mitch Albom; Tuesday with Morrie and Five People You Meet in Heave

I was not your usual sixteen-year-old. I am Nigerian Canadian, my both parents are Nigerian, I have been here all her life so I’m Canadian. Grabbed my glasses; they are my eyes, because I cannot see without them. I got into a boring tee-shirt that said VISION and a pair of skinny jeans, I put her frizzy afro curls in a messy bun and so much booby pins to actually make it look really good. Bag, sneakers, books, car keys, out of the house, I said in my head as I grabbed each thing. My books were almost to my chin as I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a bite of toast from my brother; TB’s plate.

It brushes the back of my neck and I can feel him right beside me, close enough that his scent wraps around me. My stomach knots. I keep my eyes on the shelves, forcing myself to focus on the rows of titles instead of the way my pulse won’t stop racing. I scan the books until one catches my eye. The title almost makes me laugh, ‘Screwed Up? Here’s Your Reset Button.’ How fitting. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from snickering and grab the book fast. “I think I see another one,” he utters, his voice dipping a little lower now. “Up top.”

Or so I thought. As soon as I walk into the library, I see Issac sitting at a table surrounded by books. I walk over to his table and pick up the first book I see, ‘Origins of the mark’ then I look over at him. “You’re the researcher, aren’t you?” I ask with a slight chuckle.

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I tried to throw it off, but some unseen force balanced it. “What is happening?” I shouted as a bright light shone from the pages of the book. Jada rushed towards me and hit the book off my hand. It fell on the table, and the first page opened. It wasn't blank like before. I could see the words written on it and it read: “Only to be read by the seer.” “I can see the writings.” I stuttered as I flipped through the pages. “I still see blank pages. You mean you can see the words?”

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My deskmate, Elaine Jenkins, was the kind of girl who was born with a sharp tongue. She loved nothing more than embarrassing me in front of everyone. When I showed up in a brand-new white shirt, she sneered, "Look at the country boy who finally made it to the city. Are you really that worried people will not realize how hopelessly tacky your taste is?" When I switched to contact lenses, she laughed. "Those eyes look like a dead fish's. Taking off your glasses is not going to magically turn you into a handsome guy." Then I won a prize in the math competition. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Please. Everyone knows he stays up all night grinding through problem sets. He practically worke