Novel & Cerita Latecomer Book

"I'm thinking about opening it in Southside. It's quieter there." "Then you have my full support." The next day, on the train back to Paragon City, I got a message from Leo. [I've organized the photos from the Antarctica tour. Want a copy?] [Sure. Thanks.] A moment later, another message popped up. [Do you live in Paragon City? I'll be leading a group nearby next month. Can I take you to dinner?] I paused. Typed. Deleted. Typed again. In the end, I replied: [Sure.]

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

When they arrived at Yao Xin's clinic, Shen Zhiwei's mind was still wandering. Seeing them, Yao Xin, who had been prepared and waiting for them for a long time, complained. "Brother, did you go for a spin with Miss Shen? Why did you come so late? You've missed the beginning of your appointment by half an hour." "Sorry, Doctor Yao, please don't blame him. I had something to handle, which made us late. Sorry to keep you waiting," she said.

The 3rd of next month— That’s the date I’d booked my flight to Nevada to start acclimating to the desert project early. Last life, for this “family public debut,” I ditched my summer grid-testing project at NREL (National Renewable Energy Laboratory), pulled all-nighters memorizing Sicilian Etiquette History, only to be publicly mocked by Elena on the day of the ceremony for being “so unrefined she couldn’t even pronounce the Latin right”. That gunfight fifteen years ago, that bullet that should have killed me instantly, was like a bloody wound. The harder I tried to stitch it up, the more they tore it open.

“You’re such a terrible liar. How many people in this city have a hundred million in cash? Who do you think you’re fooling?” I held back my anger. “Give me ten minutes. If the money doesn’t arrive by then, do whatever you want to me.” “Fine. Ten minutes it is.” Leo started the timer on his phone and raised his voice to the crowd, “Everyone heard that! If he doesn’t get a hundred million dollars here in ten minutes, I’ll strip him down in front of everyone as punishment.” People erupted in cheers and jeers. When I finally got my phone back, I quickly called my mom.

"It's not bad. It's just a lot, for someone your size." "I'm not that small." "You're exactly that small." That got a real laugh out of him, and some of the tightness in my chest eased, just for a second. He seemed to accept the subject was closed, wriggling free to fetch his book, and the moment passed the way his moments always did, fast, and never quite forgotten. I didn't sleep that night. I sat in my study with the light off, listening to the house settle, and thought about a boy who could hear a heartbeat through a shirt and a letter with a dead man's name on it, and wondered which one would find me first

I have been late before but this time I'm not. I mean who would have thought that after all the misfortunes; the heartache, the dramas and the battles could lead to this moment. In the end, the moon goddess still makes sure that the latecomers, like me, would never be left without a Mate, notwithstanding more battles to come in our way. "A Mate for the Latecomer"