Novel & Cerita My Dear Lass

Jax answered back with his voice dripping heavily with sarcasm. “Oh sweet tea and lemon ! Now aren’t you a dear, sarcastic man with the most obnoxious attitude ?” Xel sweetly said while fluttering her eyelashes innocently with a fake smile plastered on her face. “Sorry princess but sarcasm falls out my mouth like stupidity falls out of yours,” he retorted back and smugged when he saw Xel losing her cool.

Lila I swirled my glass filled with champagne, bringing it to my lips. Sweetness coated my tongue as I sipped the drink. "Cheers." I said. "To victory." I lifted my glass like one performing a toast, a smirk hanging at the corner of my lips. "Poor Isabelle." I shook my head slowly. The scene replayed in my head. The way she gasped when she saw me, wide-eyed. The hideous look on her face when I clung to Jason.

I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Few days passed . My days were spent idling in the Mansion . It provide nothing to entertain . Clara was even busy with her works so I didn't bother her much . She make sure all my demand and request were fulfilled . It was her duty indeed . I plastered a sour smile on my face in assurance that I am fine but my soul felt Caged .

The woman continued to moan and thrash about as he got himself seated beside her. “She has bad dreams,” the young lass whispered, “just like my Dahlia and me. Lady Isobel, can you wake up?” She didn’t stop. The lass laid her tiny hand on her face. “M’Lady? Your dreams are troubling you. They aren’t real. You can change the story. Think what would make it funny.” Isobel’s face scrunched up and her screaming faded to heavy, ragged breathing.

Maverick squinted at the moon, his brows somewhat furrowed in a frown. His friend, Lucas, walked idly behind, contemplating. "Are you still mad at me about Lily?" The Alpha continued to walk, ignoring Lucas's question while glimpses of his beloved invaded his mind. He tuned out Lucas, savouring every piece of her in his memory. Her vibrant laughter rang softly in his ears, sending an arrow straight to his heart. 'Goddess! How I miss—'

“But first he did what?” “He kissed me” The other end went quiet and she knew Trinity was gushing quietly. “But it’s not a bad thing” “Wait what!” “You like it right?” “I don’t know” “Did you bite his lips and push him away?” “No but I wanted to punch him hard” “Was your heart beating faster?” Yes, with fear. “I didn’t like it” The mumbling came again and this time she made out the words ‘dishes’ ‘invite’ and ‘lazy’

He is hungry for her lips, not the cake she was holding. He couldn't stop himself from mumbling words as he approached slowly. "I adore you, Darl," says my wife, Margaux Anson-Heisenberg. Everyone in the kitchen yelled in disapproval, and Cladmus even told him he was cheesy because it is really cheesy and corny, but if he's going to say that to his darl, why not? "Damn, I'm such a wuss." "Yeah!" his friends all agreed as they burst out laughing one after the other.

Sabastian, I never thought that you would take me here with lots of cameras. I am here just to say that we could only know each other. We can't even be friends. I am sorry sir. But, I think I should leave before you spread this news to everyone. Sir, I am a middle class girl and want to die as a middle class only. Please understand. I don't want to climb the mountain of money by you.

"No, no — with the opposite sex it's called passing on the flame, and with the same sex it's called true love." "Get away from me." The two of them bantered back and forth, and Nell had almost wrung the sadness out of her heart by the time the two of them headed together to the venue Editor Mabel had chosen for the farewell dinner that evening — Nocturne. Entering Nocturne, Nell couldn't help but think of the last time — because of James, she had got drunk at the Nocturne bar, and her face flushed involuntarily.

** Flashback. A young woman's voice was heard saying, "Look at you, you're quite handsome, huh?" accompanied by laughter. "Hm." Kylian wanted to respond, but his whole body was numb. He couldn't move at all. His vision was just dark. "If only I could marry someone as handsome as you, I would be happy." The woman laughed again, but her laughter sounded like she was about to cry. 'Why did you say that?' Kylian wanted to ask, but he couldn't. He felt like something was taking him away into deeper darkness.