Later Novel Novels & Stories

"Gentlemen." I turn around on the very same bar stool I sat on when I laid my eyes on Madelaine for the first time. At least the bar had some type of upgrade since then. The old stinky furniture with their vintage smell and worn down appearance has been replace with clean marble tiles and very modern looking black and shiny bar furniture, but some things didn't change... Like the bar stools, some crappy bar decorations and a young girl behind the bar that appears scared and very cooperative.

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"

Leading the way into the living room, she added, "And there's a couple of new radio shows that debuted last month. Nothing that stands out though. I think you're right. I miss Alias Jimmy Valentine too." "Oh! Not there, please, Lily! Those have to go back to the library." With an annoyed flick of a brow, Lily lifted her coffee mug to give Evelyn time to move the books aside. "The Roman Revolution. Diplomacy," she commented drily, tilting her head to one side, reading the titles along the book spines. "The Empire of the Steppes. The Wimsey Papers. Why can't you just read Agatha Christie like everyone else?"

Hence Rosa asked when he didn't remember to do it that evening. He drove to his apartment. He wonders if Rosa will still be happy with him like this after he confessed to her that he slept with someone else. When they arrived at his Penthouse, Rosa was happy. She looked around the house and said it was better than the previous. She checked out the rooms, kitchen and every part of the house and she said she is in love with the house. Lanre smiled. He Said he was actually preparing to be married and decided to put some things in order suitable to raise a family and not like a bachelor.

One thing was sure. Whatever was out there wasn't human and it had us trapped. I looked down to irena who now had her head on my lap, looking peaceful in her sleep. "I hope." ❇❇❇ I'm so sorry for updating so late. I was preparing for some exams but is was proponed due to covid 19 issues but now that I have till august to prepare I might update faster, thanks for bearing with me.

And why would Niall be willing to bear the crime of being a murderer? My mind was filled with questions, but I no longer wished to seek out the answers. Things were long over between me and Niall. As for whatever was between him and Chelsea, the ruler of the underworld could be their judge. My paintbrush flowed more and more freely across the paper, painting all sorts of things from my son to natural scenery. Likewise, the number of people who liked my paintings gradually increased. I started touring the world, holding art exhibitions while immersing myself in the local culture.

"What if i fumble? What if i make the press talk and the talks are not exactly beneficial to him or his company? What if he finds out i have alopecia and looks at me as a monster who tricked him! What if ---" "Slow down! Lia! I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you? Think like a fucking gold digger here! Bad bitches don't do second guesses, they grab opportunities that present themselves. I'm not saying i agree with this, but -- we are already here at this point, you can't back down now."

"Lily, let me give you a quick hint. Ragini is getting married without her consent. They have arranged their marriage. Now, do you expect me to jump in this shit?" "What? Myra. Really? Do they live in the Stone Age? I mean it's 21st century." "Well, physically they are living in the 21st century, but I believe their mind set is in the stone era." Both of the girls laughed out loud. After some more chit chat sessions Myra dialled Ronan's number. It's almost 11 p.m. in India so preferably it would be 6:30 p.m. in Italy. She knew that Ronan might be still in hospital but took a chance to talk.

I had drunk several bottles of mineral water while on the bus. Therefore, I felt the urge to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I groggily opened my eyes, I noticed that Kathleen wasn't in bed. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the living room and saw a dim, red light flickering from the room next door. It was just the two of us at home—could Kathleen be in there? If it was her, what was she doing there this late at night?