Moan My Name Mga Nobela at Kwento

The boy he used to be before he became this monster. I shove him with both hands. He doesn’t budge an inch. “Stay away from me,” I whisper, but my voice trembles. Ryder laughs, loud and obnoxious. “Too late for that, Mia. You wrote my name thirty-seven times. Thirty-seven! You’re obsessed.” He skates backward a few feet, arms spread wide like he’s performing for the crowd. “Listen up, Wolves fans! If anyone sees Mia touching herself while thinking about me, please report back. I like knowing my charity cases are staying dedicated!”

She moans out softly, bit by bit as I start thrusting in and out slowly and deep. “Say my name, sweetbutt,” I murmur. “Tell me who's making you feel like this.”

Keisha waited impatiently for the whole thing to come to an end and had been poking at her food—having had her fill, when his voice reverberated in the room. “I’m happy to know about you just as I hope you’ve found pleasure in knowing that your boss isn’t such an ogre. It seems you two ladies hardly had anything to ask. Grace and what’s your name again?” Grace kicked her when Keisha remained frozen in her seat, unable to find her voice. Ke...” she paused and laughed nervously, pushing the loose strands of her hair behind her ear. “I mean my name is Moesha and I think I’ve heard all the answers to the some really good questions I myself couldn’t have thought of asking.”

“Eden, where are you? Come out now. They want to make June drink.” Eden immediately became flustered, and he was only able to manage one sentence. “Katie, don’t misunderstand me. I’ll explain to you later when I’m back.” I weakly slid down and sat on the floor. I just let the pain wash over me and drag me into the abyss of hopelessness. Even my breath smelled of blood. I cried in silence. After a long while, laughter from the outside jolted me back. “Did you see Eden caring so much about June?”

A girl in a pink tutu twirled past me. Yeah, that was me… a younger and brighter me. My mother knelt beside her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Chin up, Jasmine,” she whispered. “You are a Goldwyn.” Jasmine. My name is Jasmine. The images shifted. My father’s laugh echoed through the halls. The boardroom. My signature. The merger. Arnold’s hand in mine. His vows. His lies. His tongue in Joanne’s mouth. The lake house.

"Not what I think it is? Then what is it? Don't tell me it's actually like what this bitch said, and you're just her driver?" At that, she couldn't help but let out a mock laugh. "Only a car moocher like her could make up such an absurd story."

************** I went to bed immediately after I took a shower. I picked up my pbone and scrolled through F******k. Only artists came out because they are the only ones I love and followed. I was busy looking at the pictures when someone texted. From: 09********* "Hello! Are you still awake? How are you?" I frowned when I read the text. I didn’t reply because I didn’t know who's texting me. I opened my Spotify to listen some music. I chose "Butterfly" by BTS. The song is too good. I couldn't understand the lyrics but I was enjoying it. My mood lifted up but someone ruined it. I got a text again from an unknown number.

The only present that I could afford for her was this handmade pendant that was her name molded with metal wire, with a rose quartz shaped as a crescent Moon, fixed on the top of her name's last 'A'. Entering through the main gate, I made my way towards the garden when someone pulled my hair harshly and yanked it, causing me to fall on my back. I hissed in pain, rubbing my back. Neither I have to look up to know who that motherfucker is nor I have to tell you. "Get up, you useless piece of shit!" Her voice was filled with annoyance and extreme anger. Taking the support of the ground, I forced myself to get up to just be pushed against a wall by Mara, her canines extended. Her free hand quick

"Oh, gods... I've got you. I've got you." Our son yawns and then he grips a stray strand of Kaziel's hair like he's claiming him. I watch them, my heart so full it literally aches. "My boys," I whisper. “Do you have a name already, Dani?” Kaz breathes. I beam. “Azren Miles Lakewood.”

I go closer to the fire, my hair is quite flying in the wind, I take another sip of my drink. Then I notice the singer with a guitar. Oh, no. Not him. "I've played some happy, exciting songs about love," Mahone smiles at everyone. "But now I'm going to play a song, which is a little sad, more moody. Well, I wrote this song and it's called 'Words from my mind'." "Woo-hoo!" They clap hands together, some guys whistle. Looks like he has already been popular, but how? He even doesn't go to our school. Little liar.