Lazy Waver Novels & Stories

“You should be understanding me right now… you know it’s only you I like…it is something temporary then I’ll be glad to let the entire world know that it has always been you!” “Are you really this stupid? You know they won’t let you leave her, right? Let me tell you what I’m hearing right now. You want me to go to another town as you date and later marry some other lady whom you underestimate to be stupid, and I’ll be your mistress until the day that I’ll realize that I lost everything for you… you want me to sit back and wait as I grow old and see another woman bear your children.” Cane seemed to be in thoughts like he was in considering what she had just said. Clare had a pout on her mouth

Other than the main information, there were no further distracting designs. That somehow made him think of a scene that happened a long time ago, when Ivy was still alive and interning in a dance company. She was designing assorted tickets for them. Every time she returned late at night, Jason could always hear her complain about the dance company, especially about what a catastrophe their ticket design was. Ivy had always favored minimalism, so her ticket designs were spare and elegant. Still, no matter how beautiful they were, they were always rejected. The main reason they gave her was that her design was not decorative enough.

Thalia’s POV As the connection dissolves, a shimmering haze lifts from the circle, and one by one the wolves shift back into their human forms. The air feels lighter, but a quiet tension remains. Lycans, unlike ordinary wolves, retain their clothes through the change—a small comfort in the midst of chaos. I glance over at Blake, my heart heavy with regret. “I’m sorry, Blake,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I tried. If the three goddesses cannot help her, then I can’t either.”

I'll talk to him later, and everything will be fine. "That's the problem with the younger generation nowadays. They can't endure hardships or stomach any criticism. @Lucas, aren't you going to rein him in?" Uncle Liam's wife, Ava Smith, shared a link. "Ungrateful People Will Only End Up in a Dead End."

She smoothed down her skirt with trembling fingers, trying to reclaim her usual pristine, untouchable facade. “Unlike you, we don’t have all day.” “We?” I echoed, letting out a soft, amused chuckle as I tilted my head. “So the rumors are true then?” “Rumors?” Lurii asked quickly, her eyes widening as her gaze darted between me and the man standing beside her. The sharp, scheming composure she usually wore like armor was fraying at the edges, revealing the raw, paranoid mess underneath. Marcus shot her a warning glance before turning his scowl back to me.

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

During my second week at Gardeenia, I officially took over the new project. Work was much busier than I had imagined. I worked late into the night almost every day. It was good, as I did not have time to think about those annoying things. Josh finally flew to Gardeenia and waited for me downstairs at the company. His beard was unkempt, his eyes were sunken, and he was no longer high-spirited like usual. "Zoe, let's talk." He grabbed my wrist, his voice hoarse.

Without so much as glancing at it, Wayne flipped it open and penned his signature while complaining I was overstepping by handling his assistant's work. Taking the folder back, I grabbed my shoes and prepared to leave. "Lydia, I said I want pancakes!" Wayne snapped impatiently from behind. I turned to him, my voice even as I said, "I'm dropping this off, then I'm heading to the hospital." Just as he was about to say something in retort, Naomi emerged from the bedroom. "Mr. Miller, did I oversleep?" she asked. As Wayne turned to her, I took the opportunity to leave. I didn't notice the look he gave me as I walked away.

It came out as a squeal, "Toast and coffee. I ate salad too. The same one from dinner when you took me out." He twirled with curled lips, "You're learning. Good for you," He said. "Well, you should say something." She held the back of the chair, "My mind isn't stable right now. I'm expecting unexpected things." She stayed in a delusional stage for a few seconds. She took a small step ahead, "They have fixed your wedding date. This weekend. I wanna stay... " She couldn't say the word 'home' "You're coming," He said and took the remaining steps to the closet.

Valery had not been able to bring herself to try picking up the conversation where they had left off after he had yelled at her so harshly. Despite him probably not being able to see it, Valery still forced herself to smile. “Well, there’s the Imperial Pearl right there. You shouldn’t have any trouble returning to your friends now right?” She checked the time on her phone and was unhappy to realise that she truly was going to be later than she would have liked. “I need to get going now. I’m running late. It was lovely meeting you, sir. I hope you have a pleasant stay in Vesperia!” She did not wait for a response before she began jogging away in the direction of the palace, but she did briefl