Kindle Paperwhite Raspberry Novels & Stories

Not to make him feel embarrassed or anything. We reach the mart and I take the liberty of getting Vicky my favourite raspberry drink. It's only as I've paid for it that I remember he doesn't like raspberry. I throw it into the trash and get apple. The salesperson looks at me in a weird way. I smile. "I got you something. You don't have to pretend like you're not sweating your balls off." That's a very off character thing to say. I don't regret it though because the smile he has because of it is enough to make me start smiling.

I bite my lips and Rhyssa shrugs, "Most fun ideas are stupid..." "This doesn’t feel fun though..." "That’s because you’re panicking, love..." "I'm not panicking!" "Sweetheart... you were chugging whiskey like a fish..." She arches a brow and I fall silent... Fair point. Rhyssa signals the bartender before ordering fresh drinks and a moment later she slides something pink and sparkling toward me. I stare at it suspiciously. "What is this?" "A safer decision than whiskey." She clinks her own glass lightly against mine. "On the house, love."

I found myself smiling without even meaning to. “Good afternoon. I’m Vera.” “Lovely to meet you. I’m Katerina. Now, girls—shall we begin?” She spread the magazines across the table and began flipping through endless floral arrangements. I found the nearly identical pictures of flowers unbearably dull. “And what do you think?” the overly cheerful woman asked again, refusing to leave me alone. “White roses or pink?” Ugh. Revolting. I couldn’t imagine a werewolf celebration surrounded by pink roses. What exactly were they planning? Then my eyes landed on a beautifully designed autumn arrangement—deep reds paired with fall leaves. I pointed to it and said firmly:

While her back was turned, I spotted a phone case in light pink, adorned with a ribbon design on the back and tiny hearts scattered around the edges. “Miss?” I called out, and she turned to face me. “Can I see that one?” I pointed to the case, and she quickly retrieved it. I inspected it for a moment before nodding. “This will do. I’ll take it.” -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

I confusedly uttered, I opened the lid and swatched it sa isang papel na nasa itaas nito. A marker? It looked like a marker, pero mas light 'yung kulay at iba ang consistency. I shrugged, dinampot ko na rin ang ibang kulay nito. Kumuha rin ako ng eraser at ruler, at sharpener. Sabay punta sa books section. Napako ang tingin ko sa isang maskara. Kulay itim ito na may printed white roses na nakapalibot, simple pero maangas tignan.

Vanessa; He takes my hand and hands it to me. “Open it,” he urges, and I look down at the blue and pink paper. I swallow as I unwrap it slowly. I tilt my head when I see what’s inside, and shivers run through me. I run my fingers over them, and immediately, my vision blurs. They’re so soft and colourful. There’s pink, yellow, and a little bit of purple. They shine a little when I move them, and a small smile splits my face.

Everything fresh. Then chocolate. An entire shelf worth. Different brands. Different types. Milk chocolate. Dark chocolate. White chocolate. Chocolate bars. Chocolate chips. Chocolate-covered everything. Cotton candy. Marshmallows. Grilled pork from the deli. Sparkling water. Cases of it. The cart was overflowing but Grayson pushed it anyway. He turned the corner to head toward checkout. And bumped straight into someone else. Both of them turned around. "Grayson Cross?" "Ricardo Silva?"

She was in charge of the pack’s health and wellness. “Her scent was strong.” “We’re glad that you are safe. So what are we going to do about the Rival pack” Marcus asked. My eyes shone with anger and I declared. “We’re going to war”

I chewed dramatically and sighed. “Oh my God. That one’s illegal. What is that, a crime of flavor?” “Raspberry Champagne,” he said, tasting his own piece. “Yep. We’re getting arrested.” Like it tasted too nice for it to be legal. We laughed through every flavor, rating them, arguing over frosting thickness, and debating the morality of fondant as if we could make any. It was stupid and perfect and everything I didn’t know I needed. Midway through tasting, a girl probably no older than sixteen tiptoed to our table, eyes wide and hands shaky.