Nobody Novels & Stories

{ Choi Dea and Sung-ho } "Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines...." - by William Shakespeare Choi Dea was in the possession of a position where she never truly wanted to be, just because of her father insisted. Her whole life was existing without love, she never got a chance to meet her mother. One day and within a day, her sister Joo-eun trapped her in a business downfall, she planned it all along. Why would a

I can't believe how bored today is, I didn't speak to Mysterio I have been trying his number it hasn't been reachable making me think if he took it like I instructed him to. I did all he asked me, luckily I was able to occupy my day with interracting with the customers. "What's wrong with you today?" Emeka our company driver asked me, I guess even him noticed my sad mood

Sometimes, one event, one love, one mistake can change someone's life unalterably. Seventeen years old teenager Samlin gets back her first love again, but her mind starts to hesitate. Yet, she can't deny that she has still feelings for Lynn. When the secret society named The Conditorem begins to target her family and friends, she made a promise to herself that she won't stop, until she entirely destroys this cult. With Lynn and his brother Mahone, she makes plans about how to take down the Feingold Brothers, the godfathers of this cult. Time passes by, other enemies emerge against them, they fight together. Staying with Mahone, who wants people to think that he's evil, but Sam reveals her so

I had just left girl's night with the girls. It had been a minute. We all been so busy in our everyday lives, that we rarely had time to catch up. Kita and her man has broken up. That shocked me. He was always good to her. Hardworking man. He worshipped the ground she walked on. She said she needed some time to herself. I don't believe that for a minute. She was gone end up telling me sooner or later. My girl couldn't hold water.

“THEY HATE ME AND KILLED MY OLD MUM BECAUSE SHE LIKES ME WHY DOES DADDY HATE EVERYONE? I HATE THIS PLACE, I HATE DALE.”

I think my heart may be in overload right now as Loe sits us both up and holds me in the tightest hug. He whispers in my ear “Noone’s separating us this time Noves. No one and nothing. I swear on my life”

I opened the messaging app and typed: [Don’t bother coming. I’m already home.] I hit send. The screen went dark. The house fell completely silent. I leaned back on my couch and closed my eyes. The small, stubborn hope I held onto finally faded.

How dare he not save my contact information? Meanwhile, Vivian Morrow, who was standing beside me, grinned triumphantly. “You wench! Did you really think having Lucas’s number makes you special? Keep dreaming!” She looked at me with open contempt. “Even the janitors at Goodwin’s Group dress better than you.” I had always preferred simple, comfortable clothes and never cared about brand names. I never thought that would give people a reason to look down on me. “What era are you even living in? To think you’d still be judging people by their looks. Lucas must be out of his mind to call you his ‘sister in all but blood.’”

You can take on the responsibility of pick-ups and drop-offs. I gently ran my fingers over the bracelet on my wrist. Little did he know that this was the cheapest one Ryder had ever given me. ... As I walked into the arrivals hall, I noticed someone holding a sign that read "Mrs. Weyland". I approached and froze. It was August Cadwell, my ex-boyfriend—the one I hadn't seen in three years. Three years of silence. No calls. No messages. No apology or explanation. Now here he stood, one arm draped casually around Hailey Reed. Behind them clustered a group of preening sycophants, gathered like flies at the arrival gate.

A low, familiar growl rumbled close to my ear, steady and grounding. Then — nothing.