Kakak Ica Novels & Stories

"Seriously, what is this?" *** (1) In Indonesia, the word 'Kak' is used to refers to elder siblings. It can also be used to refers to seniors. (2) Pencak Silat is the indigenous martial art of Indonesia.

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~Kace~ "So are you coming or not?" Graham asked me. "No, I'm not interested, " I responded while I wrote a few things in a notepad. " Come on, don't be a jerk, " he said, "Okay you're already a jerk so don't be an even bigger one. Go there for the vulnerable at least, buy a few drinks, make some donations at the door or just blow off some steam."

“Haven’t you eaten? You eat a lot in front of the TV.” “So you saw it.” Karina laughed softly. “Eating snacks won’t make me full. I need rice. I’m Indonesian, I won’t be full if I don’t eat rice.” Saka came closer. He pulled Karina's waist closer to him. "Stop." “What do you mean?” asked Karina in surprise. “Stop making me more interested in you.” Saka rubbed Karina’s forehead slowly. Then down to her cheek. He rubbed Karina’s cheek using his thumb. “I want revenge because I wasn’t allowed to be interested in you.”

“Seems like our grand entrance is received rather well for someone who said they wanted to travel alone for awhile. How you doing?” “You don’t have to point that fact out, you know?” Kazal weakly chuckled as he muttered. “I’m good. Pretty idle during the daytime, but the nightime are busy with night elves trading for goods.” Vera offered a handshake, which Kazal accepted. While shaking hands, Vera said, “Apart from wanting to say that it’s a crazy and an amazing work mingling with the night elves, I sincerely hope that you could return to Briggs. Your company needs you.”

I mean jock. Especially some football playing Neanderthal who obviously thinks he's god's gift to the female population of Barnett University. Ugh. Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll pass. A proposition of a sexual nature from the likes of Roan King… I accept! KingOfCampus.com With my head bent forward, my caramel colored hair falls over my face like a thick curtain, shielding it from view. Tapping my foot nervously, I wait until Mr. Abs of Steel swaggers his way up front to speak with the professor. Just as I’m about to make a break for it, he saunters back over to his desk before picking up his backpack and strolling out the door like he has all the time in the world.