No Strings Attached Novel Novels & Stories

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.

From an account I didn’t recognize. No profile picture. No bio. Just one line. Unknown: You should’ve stayed quiet. My stomach dropped. Another message followed immediately. Unknown: You’ve put a lot of people in an uncomfortable position. I stared at the screen, pulse thudding in my ears. This wasn’t public commentary. This wasn’t gossip. This was personal. I didn’t reply. I took a screenshot and sent it straight to Attorney Polino. Then my phone rang. Again. This time, the number wasn’t unknown.

I pressed my lips against her hair one last time, leaned back and relished holding this sweet, sexy, troubled woman. I woke abruptly, confused. I was alone in a strange bed, the covers pulled up to my chin. Daylight was streaming in the window, and I sat up, disoriented. It took a few seconds for me to recall the previous evening, and I looked around for Sandy. I started to get out of bed, and realized I was naked, my clothes were still somewhere downstairs. I pulled the covers over my waist, and looked around for something to cover up with, before spotting my clothing from the night before folded on a chair nearby.

It’ll get better and bumpier ;) haha, love you, babes. Anyway, I hope you’re still enjoying the ride. There’s more to come and I hope you’ll continue to support my babies. Much Love, Ljxx ~~ P.S. Just a friendly reminder, Babes. This novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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.

Back to the front cover. Kenneth gave me this book as a present. For drawing purposes, I know it's a sketchpad with white blank papers. Just ordinary... Yet now, I'm witnessing with my own two eyes how the plain abstract cover erased its colors, transforming into something red with cursive design at the center. Written in thick italic letters, THE BOOK OF STRINGS wrote itself as if there's an invisible hand with golden ink writing them. If I'm in my right state of mind, I would have screamed, tuck my tails, and bolt to ask for help. But I did nothing of those...

But I can’t bring myself to regret a thing and I will always be grateful for the day that Bellamy came knocking on my door and for every day I have surrounded by my strings of fate. -------------------------------- Author's note: Thanks for reading, my new book A Human's Guide to Surviving Magical Mishaps is updating and you're welcome to read it!"