Its Not Fine Novels & Stories

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he murmured, his voice a dry whisper. She walked to his bedside and perched on the edge of the chair, trying not to let the tremor in her chest show on her face. She reached forward and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. His skin was warm, too warm. “Still working on that napping world record?” she teased gently. “Think I’m winning,” he murmured, eyes drifting shut again. She sat with him for a while, just watching him breathe. Twenty-two shouldn’t look like this. Twenty-two should mean football bruises and late-night gaming. But Kyle, her little brother in every way that mattered, was fragile now. Diminished.

I breath. “Wooo okay, just please get a room or something. Geez the sexual tension between you two and you aren’t even mates!” Anatoli calls out. “Sorry bro, I just can’t help it with her.” Alexei sends him an apologetic smile, while he sneaks his hand up my thigh, playing with the hem of my skirt. Anatoli grunts. “Sometimes you are unbearable.”

He wasn't fine, but he didn't want to talk about it, I let it go, for now. Hope you enjoyed that, please vote and comment.

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

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Enough is enough. "Fine" As if some divine energy overpowered me, I stood up and slammed his phone on the table "we are going back home. There you can do as much work as you want. At least I will be having television which is still better than seeing your expressionless face stick to your mobile"

😓😓😰😰😰😰 and I need you and you are not here. Bestie: you know what? It's fucken over. You are not my bestie anymore... Bestie: okay Precious I need you. Pleaseeee come back. I agreed to the date... but I have a suggestion.. 😋😚 Bestie: fuck you.... 😭😭 Bestie: I'm best friendless.. that's me😕😑 I laughed at all the shit she wrote then responded..

“Neither do I.” “But today… feels okay.” “Today is enough.” We fall asleep like that. Not fixed. Not perfect. But together. And for now, that is everything.

It was a blurry night as the heat was unbearable for Alice, not that the room is hot but she was feeling hot. The conversation she had earlier with her grandmother had taken her off the edge. One thing Alice know off and she is sure of is that she has no interest in marrying any of the princes.