Long Time No See Novels & Stories

Tessa kept refreshing my results page, muttering to herself the whole time. "No way. This must be a system glitch!" The principal and a few reporters came over, staring straight at my score screen. My score was blank. Below it was a line in bold: "Total score: You are ranked in the top 50. Please check back on the 27th for more details." Everyone in the room was stunned. Even the comments section froze for several seconds before it exploded again.

She knows that she’s adding up to the fire. “Well, who knows, maybe Cassy’s the one who dumped Dash and not the other way around. People just make stories when they say Dash broke up with Cassy but seriously, Cassy has the record of being the longest girlfriend of Dash.” Demi felt as if her face and ears turned red. Lylia knows how to get her mad to the highest level. “Shut up! Just shut up, okay?!” she said and turned her back. I’ll get back to you Cassy, just wait.

I washed my face and scrubbed at the raccoon eyes; waterproof mascara my ass. I was about to open the door when a light knock came on it. I bit my thumbnail then said, "Just a minute." Brodie's voice came through the door, " You can try to hide from me like you always do but we are eventually going to have a talk. It's overdue darlin and we both know it. I'm sorry about Grams and since I never got to tell you in person I'm sorry about your dad."

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

Three years later, Jeffrey and I were married. At our wedding, friends and family showered us with heartfelt blessings. I also received a letter from far away. It was from Harry, sincerely wishing us a lifetime of happiness. Over the years, he had reflected on his mistakes, and though he didn't expect forgiveness, he still wanted to apologize. Reading those words, I knew it was all finally over. The past, like a fleeting bloom, had dissolved into memory. My life now belonged to the future—one filled with love and happiness.

What have I done? I was about to open the door when I noticed that it was not locked, slightly agape. I inspected the dark hallways, glancing side by side. I was about to close the door when I felt a sharp metal steel at my back. Something's not right. "Who are you?" I asked, trying to recompose myself. I raised both my hands, pivoting my feet slowly. My eyes widen when I saw his face all sewed up. He gave me a wide grin which sent shivers down from my spine. "Long time no see," he whispered. I did not respond. I averted my gaze momentarily at the guy who was still on his deep sleep. I mentally face palmed.

My twin sister, Vivian Hall and I were inseparable. Then she died. Three months later, I married her husband, Lawrence Peterson. For five years, he only touched me once a year, on our birthday. He made me wear her silk nightgowns. He made me put on her signature red lipstick. He forced me to mimic every detail, from the exact way she brushed back her hair to the soft sound of her voice in the dark. "Lift the corners of your lips," he whispered against my skin, his breath burning hot, his words ice cold. "Vivian never smiled so cheaply." He pulled me closer, burying his face in my neck. "Do you know why I only touch you tonight?" he breathed. "Because tonight is the only night I

" About you quitting your job?" " Oh yeah, I did." " Finally!!!....Halleluya!!!....Wait, when?" " A few hours ago." " Should I bring some goodies to celebrate you finally standing up for yourself, against that pig?" " I do stand up for myself." I defend myself, now frowning. " Mmm, you think you do but in actual fact, you are kind of a push over." " No I'm not!" " Skylar Grey, how long did it take for you to finally say no to that snobbish cousin of yours, Clarissa?"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse as he said, "Thalia, if you could come back now, I'll pretend none of this happened and forgive you." "Oh, Damon, you should really see a psychiatrist." I brushed past him and turned to Zane. "This air in here stinks. Let's go somewhere else." Zane gave a quiet nod and replied in a deep, steady voice, "Sure."

I'll make sure you never see her again! He hadn't thought about Minnie for over two weeks. If Mina hadn't brought it up, I doubted he would have remembered her at all. 'Christian, you're even more pathetic than I imagined.'