Morning Sweetheart Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Let's be good music actors." He beams and shakes my hand. "Okay." I withdrew my hands and got up. "Pack your bags, we are going for a business trip tomorrow, so meet me by 7:00 in the morning." I tilt my head and stare at his childlike eyes for quite a long time, before walking upstairs. I leaned by my door after closing it and a wide smile spread through my face as I touched my cheek. I was sure it had turned pink from blushing, I could hear the happy sound of Russeli's voice as he left the apartment.

Because I knew how it felt to want someone who didn't want you back. "Hello, Sweetheart," his voice full of excitement reached me from under my blanket. "Don't call me that. Only my parents call me sweetheart," I responded harshly, still hiding under the blanket. "I know that. But you're my sweetheart now, so I'm stealing the term for myself," he said cheerfully, undeterred by my words as he approached me on the bed. "It's breakfast time. I made this one myself, consider it a special treat for our one week of being together," he said, placing the meal on a table beside my bed and sitting next to me. I couldn't see him as I was still avoiding him, wrapped up in my blanket.

The air was thick with the scent of men’s cologne. I was getting dizzy. I tried to copy what the surrounding people were doing, but I only managed to move awkwardly to the beat. The dress that Grace had picked for me worked. Soon, I noticed people on the dance floor moving closer to me. I tensed up when they brushed against me. Before long, a bold guy stepped forth, and I looked up at him. He had messy blonde hair and black obsidian earrings. He looked like a street thug. He tapped me on the shoulder and theatrically adjusted his gold-framed glasses.

Special Chapter: Sneak Peak into Norma Johnson's Head two posts in a day?? yes, because tomorrow is Lunar Year Celebration and I'm feeling generous ㅋㅋㅋ ＊ Your sugar. Yes, please Won't you come and put it down on me I'm right here, 'cause I need Little love and little sympathy Yeah you show me good loving Make it alright Need a little sweetness in my life — Maroon 5, Sugar Special Chapter pt.1 "Sneak Peek into Norma Johnson's Head"

With a smile, she snoozed off soon. It was 10 am the next morning when she heard a knock on the door. A servant with a tray of simple breakfast stood waiting, putting off the use of the small pantry provided in the chalet. She took it with a smile “Thank you” “Don’t mention it, madam”

His hand brought the sheet upto my neck while his eyes stared at mine . " There is no need to work today , I have arranged food for you , You can order more with the work phone in my office . Number is written beside it " I nodded . " If anything happened call the last number on the diary next to the phone , understood ?" I nod once . " Take care , we'll be back by evening "I bite my lip as he suddenly kissed my forehead and walked out . EH ? Why is my heart beating so loudly ? I was eating some chips and going at the back of the house since they had a T.V there , I walked across the cabin but stopped and walked inside it .

(Vanessa’s POV) The morning had started like any other—busy, chaotic, full of noise. Hearth & Home was already alive with the smell of fresh bread and coffee, servers rushing between tables, customers chatting over their breakfasts. I was in the kitchen, checking the stock list and muttering about late deliveries, when my younger sister, Crystal, came bursting in like a hurricane. “Vanessa! You have to see this right now!” she cried, waving the company’s phone as if it were a winning lottery ticket.

The night full of problems passed by quietly and smoothly after Ming spoke with Tofu one on one and made sure that she understood what he wanted her to do. Early in the morning, as the sun was rising, Ming slowly woke up with a mild headache due to his biological clock. While Tofu, the culprit of Ming's headache was still sleeping soundly.

"Don't worry about our bags, luggages there is already loaded in the bus van going with us and some convoy of security, medical, cooking chef and other personnel are all surrounding us. If you enjoy the place that much, we spend the night or nights in their grande comforts in Morocco. Raymond tries not to be overly repetitious, so that his saying doesn't appear boring, wordy and dull. He wants to keep and sustain the right tempo and maintain a more consistent rhymes and melody. "So let's move, my sweet honey. Just after you"Mr Raymond waited for his darling to walk close to him, before he stretched his arm, so his lovely wife could clock hers before leaving properly. This couple surely knows

Splendid morning, Anderson is longing to meet up with his sweetheart. His shining heart will always be drying without Sunshine’ image. His main purpose; to ask for an apology for what he has done to her. And then, he is thankful; how this woman arrives in his life. For him, he’ll not leave this world, if his sweetheart will not die yet.