No Strings Attached Novel の小説・ストーリー

She doesn't even know that I was attracted to her and I haven't felt such an attraction with anyone till now. Since I will be meeting her today because it is my first day for work, I remembered one of our stupid adventure which gave me goosebumps literally. ***** Once during our second year, she had been wearing a white top and black jeans. It was during the month of September and it started pouring like cats and dogs. Niharika and I were studying together on the lawn. She removed all her books and mine too as we ran towards the shade. She went into the lawn to enjoy the rains. She appeared as a Greek Goddess drenched in water. I was immediately sexually attracted to her for the first time t

she kissed my forehead and went to the kitchen. My mouth was open again. 'did she even hear half of what i said..... Ya Allah nooooo. I don't want to marry.' I sulked on my table at the bank. "What's wrong my overacting ki dukan(shop) ?" Aditi asked me. "The devils are coming" i said. "Eh? Human language please" she said confused. I looked at her like a crying puppy. "A boy's parents are coming to see me" "Yaay! That's great" she was clapping like a child.

STORY TITLE: NO STRINGS ATTACHED Haunted by the past, can a legend & a single mom find love? Hope you enjoy the story. ************* Alex POV I stood at the doorway watching her. I don't like kids. I don't dislike them either, they simply don't exist in my day-to-day life so I don't really think about them much. But, something about the little girl was compelling. She was talking to a woman who was clearly her mother. They could have been twins, separated by 20 years and a few hundred dollars' worth of tattoos. The woman was shaking her head and the little girl was looking up at the acoustic guitar.

I knew it would happen, but I thought he would at least say goodbye. A tear escapes, rolling down my cheek. I wipe it off with vigor, angry with myself for getting attached in what was clearly a one-night stand. There's no note, no business card to contact him the next time I'm in town, nothing. Needing to wash away my emptiness and fix my disheveled hair, I take to the shower.

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

That actually made sense. I shut off my phone and flopped down on the bed, arms and legs spread out. All that hassle just for a severance check. In my novel, the heroine did everything she could to avoid getting the boot, cozying up to the one in charge. There I was, doing the opposite dance with Edmund. Life sure has a funny way of mixing things up. … Once I got my thoughts in order, the headache vanished, and the backache was gone.

The sender line read: ROMAN ELLIS. Damien noticed immediately. Vivian opened the message cautiously. Inside was a single attachment. No explanation. No greeting. Just one sentence. You deserve to know who you work for. Her stomach tightened instantly. Slowly, Vivian opened the attachment. A document appeared on-screen. Confidential legal records. Old case files. Private settlements. Her eyes scanned quickly— then stopped. Her blood ran cold. Damien moved closer immediately after noticing her expression. “What is it?”