Novel & Cerita My Own Little World

Very soon. This whole world will belong to me.

Just once. “Let the world burn.”

(Music playing: Top of the world by Carpenters) ♪ Such a feelin's comin 'over me There is wonder in most every thing i see ♬ Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes And i won't be surprised if it's a dream ♪ Everything i want the world to be ♬ Is now comin 'true especially for me And the reason is clear, it's because you are here ♪ You're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen I'm on the top of the world lookin 'down on creation ♬ And the only explanation i can find Is the love that I've found, ever since you've been around ♬ Your love's put me at the top of the world. More than three years ago, since I last saw Alona's face. I haven't heard anything about him yet. The last thing

Chapter 70 Lucy's POV. Since it's still early in the morning. I had just bathed Jemmy and after feeding her breakfast, I decided to sing to her while playing with her so I chose, you mean the whole wide world to me by Christina Perri. Darling, you mean the whole wide world to me Darling, you are sweeter than I ever dream of Darling, you make me believe in make-believe Darling, you mean the whole wide world to me

I buried my head in my legs and cried. After a while , I stood up and walked to the bathroom. There was all kinds of ladies product. I looked at the tub , it was really big . The bathroom alone was the size of my room back home and funny enough , I would give anything to be back there. That place wasn’t good , but at least it was home. I miss ma’am Serena and Becca so much , I miss my little Paolita too. Only if I could hear their voice . Maybe I would beg mother Elsa to make a phone call.

I didn't know if the sun was still up or it was already retreating casting its pink glows across the sky, all I cared about is how I was in my sanctuary, alone, just me and the voices with no one else to experience what I was, the embarrassment that I was. As the voices argued trying to tell me if I was worth Amara or not, I looked at the features of my environment, marveling at my work and still being proud that I had my touch even though I haven't done this In a long time. I loved to call it my little world cause it was somewhat of an escape from reality. It was like a tent, a tent made of sheets, bed sheets.

“He held that child like the world revolved only around them.” “Of course. Because that child is his little world.” I let out a breath. “And my little world too. So please, don’t mess with its orbit right now.” Silence again. But heavier this time. “I feel like... like I’m the outsider here... or maybe I am? Dianna... I... I’m sorry.”

It’s cliché, but it applies to everything. “You think the time you spend with me is enough for you to say that? Do you think that I don’t try to will myself into doing things on my own? I am not the one you need. Because you, you are my world. But let me correct myself. I am not obsessed with you. You just don’t know what it feels like to be alone.”

but I aint gon complain all that. George still works but at home, selling houses online and his new 'assistance ' covers the show casing of the houses which is fine by me as long as the bitch knows her place coz I don't mind cutting up a bitch...it's Friday and I'm having lunch with my cousin Brandy who been telling me about my baby daddy ever since we got here " I told you not to take his sorry ass back but you never listen" I huffed " he said it happened just once though mika...but I don't know...do you know this Renee girl? she owns a club somewhere...I think I gotta pay her a visit" she said thinking alone...I shook my head

"The rest of your soul is here, it seems you are not so miserable that you have to despair." Adela immediately jumped in her mind, she stood up in surprise and hastily asked the man who was saying: "Who are you?" "I am the master of the world in which you exist. As long as you want, I will help you...out smoothly." The other person was still very patient, using the same gentle voice as at first, adding. It's just that this one word came out in a voice that still had a bit of a mystical feeling that was hard to describe.