Novel & Cerita Just Some Guy

I think I have everything. I’m proud of who I am. I have a great job that pays me a ridiculous amount of money every month. I live alone in my own apartment. I drive a nice car. People respect me for being exactly who I am. Lara Hayes Yup. That’s me. I’ve built the perfect life all by myself. Until one day, I realize there’s one thing I’m secretly jealous of when I look at other people’s lives. A good man. I’ve never been in love. I’ve never had a boyfriend. I don’t know what it feels like to love someone—or to be loved by someone. And honestly? I’ve never thought I needed it. BUT… I never imagined that the worst thing that could happen to a woman li

I sighed. "I'm sorry ok-" "I said out!" he shouted. "What the hell, man! Who are you to shout at me?" I yelled. The guy arched his left eyebrow and looked at me like I'm an imbecile or whatever. "You don't know who I am?" he said and glared at me. "I'm just Drey Jackson Punder. Now if you may excuse me and my girlfriend." Drey Jackson Punder... Punder. Shoot, I'm dead.

As expected, I see Alexa shoot daggers at me with her eyes as I mouth her a fuck you. The seat beside me is empty and before I can decide why no one wants to sit with me, a guy plumps in beside me and slides his luggage too under the seat. I'm guessing he's one of the Kingston boys. The cap worn on his head is preventing me from fully seeing his face and he doesn't even spare me a glance. Not even one, just staring straight ahead like I'm non-existent. Either his peripheral vision must be very good or he doesn't feel the need to acknowledge me... definitely the peripheral vision.

Jessie hummed, still chewing in a very unladylike manner, "So just a plain normal white guy," "With accent." Jasmine said and Jessie paused, her attention had been caught, "Which?" "It's either Italian or Spanish," "What do you mean either? Can you differentiate? And how cute is he?" Jessie, now more focused, wiped her hands on the sides of her pyjama shorts, "He's like Liam Hemsworth cute!" Jasmine bit the inner flesh of her lower lip, "Aaahh!!!" Jessie beamed, "So what is the problem?" "I don't know this guy. What if he's a bad person?"

CARLA Just a few days later, I met this rich dude named Jerry Hank. He's a rich businessman and he's quite handsome too. Of course, we spent the night together and he wanted my contact. I gave it to him and made it clear to him that he only has to call me for business and strictly business. Nothing more. I'm going to the club tonight to get wasted. I don't care what people think of my lifestyle. I am clearly whatever you think I am, life has made me this way. I have learned to embrace it and keep living my life the way I want.

Now, I should try my best to sleep or else I will have no power to walk to Siya? I wonder what she's doing now? George should not do this to her. I pray to God, that she will get a true love. I don't know what has happened to me nowadays? I have simply started talking with myself. The guy said in hesitation, "No, I know if I sit there you will try to unmask me." I assured him, "No , I will not try to unmask you, I am promising." The guy said, "Ok, I will but first eat you foods."

the young man spoke to himself. He continued to shake his head and then stood up from his seat. He planned to go to the old man and talk to him. As soon as his staff saw him approach the table, they respectfully gave way, and they quickly followed when he gestured to release the elderly man who was still acting up. "Sir Ashton-" "Who are you? Who gave you the right to make a fuss and scream like an idiot in my casino?" Ashton sternly asked the old man. "I-I am Danilo, D-Danino Vergara..." the old man stuttered in his response, his eyes glinting as if he remembered something.

This is my mess, I had to clean it myself ad does not involve anybody else, taking the vacuum cleaner, I started putting the house in order while having my Gramophone play Maroon 5’s Girls Like You. I woke up to the grumbling of my Stomach. Have I even had Breakfast? The time is 3 pm, the house is sparkling clean, I'm very hungry and there is nothing to eat! I decided to just order some food, go home and eat while watching N*****x. "Hey," "Hi," a guy said, his head bending over a book.

No! Just then another man came in. He grinned at me. “Let’s get started, but I’d go first.” He said rubbing his palm together and licking his lips. I began crying out loud. They came up to me. Just then a man came out of nowhere. Let’s just say he beat the crap out of them. I passed out.

“I know you know me. But I’ll just introduce myself again. My name is Sian. It’s nice to meet you. I hope that we will get along with each other! Also, please excuse me. I’ll be helping Randy with dinner preparations.” I didn’t know a guy like Sian could cook. I thought he would be a lot more irresponsible, but my thoughts are wrong. Well, it is partially my fault for judging him like that. “Justin Malte. I like playing games. The computer is my life. Thank you.” Why does this sound like this man cannot communicate at all? But looking at the other guys who seemed to be keeping their laughter. It meant that he was acting like a tough man. For some odd reasons. I want to tell him that deepenin