Mine Book 소설 & 이야기

Mine is Scott by the way, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, he is still kind of cute Till later humans 💙💙 See you when I publish the next story💙

"You don't have any clothing in there? You have an entire bag for stationary?" "I need my notebooks," I reply defensively. I twist my lips at him in annoyance. Who is he to challenge my life? But then again, we're in this together. So maybe he should have a say? I dismiss the thought outright. Fuck that. I pick up my favorite notebook, a 300 page pink and white "monstrosity" as Emma calls it. It's gorgeous really, shades of pink crossing it with white flowers and rhinestones scattered over it.

I wanted him to get back his life so I can go live mine. Feeling bored, I slid into my book and off my E-library. I might be a high school dropout but I knew how to read and I loved to read. Especially romance books. I clicked on a book and started reading. “Oh giving it to the manwhore, I’ve read it, Melissa died.” Mona suddenly said, peering into my phone. I glanced at her, surprised that she seemed to like reading romance books too. I thought an Iron Lady like her might only like reading horror, action or crime based books

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Too sensitive. “Oh my God!” Luna threw the book in any direction, her heart pounding wildly. Nick turned, confused. “What's wrong?” His eyes looked toward the book Luna had thrown. He picked up the book. Raising his eyebrows slightly—curious—then he opened it, slowly. He turned the pages one by one. The corners of his lips lifted slightly; now he knew why Luna was shocked. “I-I won't do what's in that book,” she said, turning her face away from Nick.

When his hand finally closed around mine, warm and steady, the world seemed to narrow to that single point of connection. I had been touched before, of course. A brush in passing, a careless grip when someone was in a hurry. But this—this was different. This was attention. Reverence, almost. “You are thinking again,” he murmured. “I am always thinking,” I said. “Yes,” he agreed softly. “That is what I admire most.” The word lodged itself in me, dangerous and bright. I looked up then, really looked at him, at the faint shadow beneath his eyes, the line of his mouth when he was not smiling for the court. I wondered, not for the first time, if anyone else ever saw him like this—unguarded, almos

“OH MY GOD! What is that on your neck?” I rushed off to the mirror and oh my God… Hickeys were all over my neck! “You better start talking now, Evans…” She said these words like a song, and I knew there was no way I could hide any detail from her. I froze for a second, my fingers slowly tracing one of the marks like it would disappear if I touched it long enough. “It’s… nothing,” I muttered. Jane let out a dry laugh behind me.

Natalie strolled into the air-conditioned restaurant near Madison Square Park, two blocks away from her apartment. She was meeting Makayla and Aniyah. After a crazy night out, it was their ritual to meet again the day after to dissect the night and spill any juicy gossip. Unfortunately, Natalie had her juicy gossip following two feet behind her. The day had also gotten worse when Nathan came to confront her in her office. Nathan stomped into her office. His face red with anger. With his blond hair and icy-blue eyes, Nathan would have been extremely handsome if it weren’t for his slimy aura.

"... Ah. Maybe I haven't noticed your presence. I was really spaced out. Sorry." Mace just smiled at her sweetly and took out a black notebook. It has wide pages and it was designed for goths. The sheets were colored into black so it's kind of odd to write them down because the written phrases can't be seen in the eyes because of their pigment. It's like writing for nothing, but this kind of note can be helpful too. Writing down your secrets is possible and safe, the only way to read all the writings is to let luminous shine upon it.

Amy took a quick glance at tut and slightly nodded her head. After taking look through the documents Fredricks eyebrows become narrow. "Amy this...." Fredrick was about to say but Nayana came forward to look at the documents while seeing him. "A pot.... Why is there a picture of a handmade pot? Is it valuable or something." ' As expected the first fish fall on to the trap.' Amy acted clueless and snatched the paper which was put in that document. " Oh... Sorry, it's nothing valuable you see. I just randomly put that in. " Amy stuttered her voice as she said.