Nct Dream Looking Like A Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What did you dream about? Nancy asked. "We were in a bar, both of us. I saw you dancing from afar and then I made attempt to catch up with you, but this person appears from nowhere. I looked at his shoes and I instantly knew it was a man. I try to look at him from his feet right to his head, but that's where the dream ends! It's so fraustrating to not see his face everytime. I just wish to see his face just once" "But how are you so sure the person you saw was a male" Nancy asked, with sleepy eyes.

" As if you don't know you are the most beautiful girl in our group if not our class" That is the honest truth, Linda, is an epitome of beauty. She is tall, slim, brown skinned,curvy and has a nice flat tommy,infact ,she looked like a model. I am beautiful but compared to Linda ,I can't even get five points. Sometimes I wonder how we became friends because people like her are who we describe as"classic babes".

INSERT FIVE THE NEXT MORNING I started arranging my clothes inside the small wardrobe, Nancy walked up to me and stretched her phone to me. "What?"I asked confusedly and she chuckled. "Give me your number,I should be able to call you anytime I want to" "Alright"I smiled and punched my number into the phone, I gave her the phone back. "I will add you on W******p too" "No problem"I replied and watch her leave, I noticed a dragon tattoo on her back, It look beautiful and scary too

Today, Nick was wearing a white suit with a blue and white striped shirt, exuding a charming and handsome aura all over, especially those long legs, comparable to top international male models. Undeniably, this appearance, even in today's entertainment circle known for its beautiful people, would overshadow all the young idols. But, does he look anything like Justin? Not at all! Seeing her gaze linger on Nick for a full minute, Ethan's handsome eyebrows furrowed, a hint of bloodthirsty coldness suddenly appearing in his eyes. Like a Rakshasa emerging from hell. Chilling. ***

When her phone didn't beep with her expectations, her irritation levels shot up the roof, and she finally plucked up the nerve to address the real reason for her frustration. Aunty Viv picked up on the second ring, almost as if she, too, had been watching her phone like a hawk, waiting for her to call. "Natalie, what can I do for you?" "Hi, Aunty Viv, I can't access Dreams. I keep getting a 404 error code." Natalie bit her bottom lip and half-heartedly watched a trio of women—supposedly inspired by TLC, a girl group from the 90s— make a fool of themselves on national TV with their off-key singing and equally cringeworthy rapping.