Kilala Romane & Geschichten

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

- Hello how are you? “Hi, it’s okay… right now, wait a second… Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… don’t cry baby…” - What are you? — I blow. - What? - Not what, but where. I blow on Keith's finger. - Fuck, what happened? “The Walabi bit her… I told you not to go near him…” - Bitten by a walabee?!

Kalila lost her temper on Jerry because Langit decision was judged so reckless. Jerry knew his wife was upset, the marriage of Langit and Keira was something that Kalila was waiting for. But see now? Without a word, Langit was about to call off the wedding. Jerry tried to calm down Kalila. "Bun, calm down, don't get emotional. Cherry could be misheard." "You think our daughter is deaf?" Kalila said with a raised voice. Kalila had finished packing her things, when she was about to pull Jerry out of the way, her phone rang, Langitt name was on it. Kalila answered the call quickly. "Mother's getting ready for Jakarta now. We should talk to Keira, too."

Only he and I, the rest of the world ceased to exist "Karish" I shouted at him, my voice sounded like a murmur and he answered with a real growl this time, deep and red like a beast, I should be afraid of that sound but it vibrated through me and made the fire inside me double in intensity, despite the cool water we bathe in.

I asked Ranvijay. "Nothing. Just don't speak in Hindi. Sometimes I forget my own learnt Hindi by hearing yours." "You can't appreciate anyone. Right?" I was really pissed off. "I can but not someone who speaks such disastrous Hindi like "thar Phaye ``,khya ``,'''deal `` etc. It's "tar paye" means tormenting, not "thar Phaye". We don't need Thor from Marvel DC among us. It's "kya” means what not "khya".

I jump of afraidness and immediately hold my hands on the stranger's hands on my eyes. "Who's this?" I ask. "Guess who, Kanka." When a manly voice says this I immediately notice who this is. "Kanka!" I say excited and turn to face Kerem. 'Kanka' is in Turkish and means 'buddy' in English. We used to call each other often like that. And now that I think of that it would be weird if we get married and still call us Kanka. "Where have you been, Asli? Not even telling me anything about your run away, I feel ashamed!" He chuckles. Kerem would never be mad at me and that's one of the reasons why nobody could ever replace him as my best friend.

not like this. To Be Continued...

She tried pronouncing words like ant, rat, fish, damn__this one wasn't as simple as she thought and it hurt her more because she wanted to use those words at her friends. Her room door pulled open and in strutted the two bitches__only Kiara was strutting. "D...nn... you!" She growled at them. Cindy was quick to rush to herself, concern etched on her face while Kiara just smirked and replied her back with a middle finger. The bitch! "Are you alright, Shelly?" Cindy asked a look of pure panic on her face. Kiara rolled her eyes at them, "She is fine, Cindy. She's cursing at us apparently she's been practicing her curse words again."