Novel & Cerita Mis Historias

Crying out all of my mistakes. All the mistakes of my past.

/// Later those days Arman got to know after a research that they were murdered by their rivals and then the revenge for it was something Arman started to plan.

In the expanse of Allah's prayer rug who became a friend, crying, complaining and being grateful And in the ink strokes, and in the memories of all the people I will know later, will be written a story. about my life, Sintia Budiyanti Continued to the next Sintia The Series story and novel series 1. Sintia Yang Terbuang Cinta 2. My Friends and Love Story 3. Lentera 4. Sofia Bandung 1952 Thank you, Nyi Mas Ratu Intan

I leaned into him, resting my head against his chest wrapping my hands around his torso listening to his heartbeat. "Talk to me then," I whispered and he went silent for a couple seconds before saying. "You know when I was younger my dad always told me stories about how my mother left, he used to tell she choose another family over us and that she didn't love us anymore and when I reconnected with her and I saw her with her family I assumed it was the truth,"

He uttered sounds annoyed. “S-sorry. Come again?” I replied, damn I’m so spaced out when he’s so near. “Nevermind.” He snorted and went back to the bench. I didn’t notice that Mr.Rivera called us for a break. “What the hell is that Celeztine Dior?”Emily whined at me when I got closer to her. “W-what?” I asked. Even though I have an idea about it. “Don’t embarrass yourself to the front of the guy you like!” She whispered sounding annoyed.

Her heart raced with curiosity as she read the mysterious messages, her fingers trembling slightly against the screen. "Happy Birthday Redhead," the first message read, causing a shiver of uncertainty to run down her spine. Her nickname, known to only a few close friends, now appeared in a message from an unknown sender. Who could know such a personal detail, and why were they reaching out to her now?

There were three males. I almost fell from my spot when the silver haired one turned. Instinctively reaching for a dagger. Silencing a growl. Dumarque. It’s Dumarque. Why is this bitch here? I’ll kill them! All of them. It’ll be a piece of cake. No one will ever know. The anger was burning inside me. I couldn't focus anymore. Already feeling his blood on my hands. Shit! I took my ass from there as fast as I could.