Karangan Novels & Stories

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"Detailed, specific, carrying exactly the kind of intimate tone that would be difficult to simply fabricate from nothing." I felt cold, focused alarm building as I processed the genuine sophistication this apparent fabrication represented, understanding immediately the strategic value such devastating manipulation might offer Cross's continued campaign against our family's stability. "Ella, this has to be fabricated. Whoever this Vera actually is, whatever her genuine motivations might be, I promise you with absolute certainty that I never engaged in any romantic contact with anyone else, ever, throughout our entire relationship."

Ariane’s POV "What if we create a special bouquet to remember those beautiful moments?" Rani suggested, lifting a bunch of white lilies symbolizing purity and hope. I smiled, feeling a new spirit within me. "That’s a great idea, Rani. Let’s create something beautiful." We began to arrange the flowers with love, creating a bouquet that was not only visually stunning but also rich in meaning. Each flower we chose represented a memory we wanted to preserve, and when we finished, the bouquet looked like a colorful rainbow, a symbol of hope amidst sadness.

As he helped me put my things in the trunk, Daniel bounded into the garage carrying four duffle bags. "What are those for?" I asked him. "You're leaving so you don't get to know," he said sassily. I rolled my eyes and he laughed. "All set?" Jai asked. "I think so," Daniel replied, closing the trunk. As he did so, I looked to my right and saw Cain walking over to us. I quickly walked around the car and got into the backseat. I wasn't stupid enough to believe that Cain didn't see me, but I also wasn't stupid enough to stick around and hear what he had to say.

In the back of my head, I know the sketchbook is now possibly wet on its ends because of the water level. “Lanmè ak rivyè. Tranch rid ak lapdi. Dlo, mwen kòmande ou pote memwa nan tou de kontantman ak doulè!” Faith speaks a different language and she keeps chanting those words again and again. Out of nowhere, visions one after another started coming into my head and it felt like my brain is going to explode as I held tightly onto Faith’s hand as she keeps chanting those words repetitively. The visions were filled with laughter, bonfires, message in a bottle, Christmas, New Year’s Eve, waves, singing, surfing, cave, tattoos, wedding and faces of strangers but seemingly familiar deep inside my

she said. “Okay,” I shortly said and watched how she gently laid my baby onto the crib. Cassandra wasn’t there at that because she took Andrian to the hospital for a follow up check-up. Even though I was embarrassed, I couldn’t do anything. Fear was still consuming me every time. When Azaia finally left, I headed towards my daughter; three steps away from her. Sorry, Daeshaia. Mommy is a coward. Sorry anak. Duwag si Mommy.

Positioned between them, she felt safe. The walkway, the unkept cracks filled with lichen, was strewn with fallen leaves that crunched as they stepped on them. The front stoop consisted of a cement step and poured slab porch, the faded welcome mat reminding visitors to wipe their feet. The door to the home was intriguing. Made of wood, someone had taken the time to carve, in intricate detail, images and symbols.

A compliment from Alice. “How long were you guys married?” I was not ready for that question from Frank, how long were we married anyway? Was it written on our script? “Two years.” Zander sense the seconds of silence “That’s why, when you reach 7 years and still wear paired color of dress I will cut my right thumb haha” sarcastic words from Garry.

he replied with a grin on his face. The streets were flooded with cars going to and fro in different directions on the express road, the tingle of air, let in by the open window as he drove, massaged the hand he rested on the door, a rough turn and he proceeded down a boulevard, stopping the car at a thoroughly wrinkled dwarf gate, almost over taken with weeds, bearing the signs, no trespassing, property of the federal government, but the moment he flashed a card at the fairly grounded streetlight, the gate opened, and closed again once he had driven through.

Kara's POV: Once he finishes cleaning up the mess--by himself, I start to draft a text to Jack, but frankly I have no clue what to say. Get the fuck out of my house, weirdo; What about "break up" don't you get?; or maybe the infamous read notification? That never works. I just have to deal with him in person... sadly. Shawn insisted on wiping up the lemonade himself, so that I wouldn't "ruin anything else". Jokes on him, I wouldn't have objected anyway.