Not Mine Novels & Stories

After he r mum left she decides to go outside and water the flowers. She takes a bucket and goes outside with a bucket full of water,as soon as she steps out,a neighbor Mrs Ney was busy with her flowers too.Good morning ma'am Lucinda says ,morning Lucinda how are you?when did you come back.I am ok ma'am she smiled I came back yesterday oooh how is work?Work is fine thank you.Lucinda is one of the people who don't like sharing their life activities, she carries on watering her flowers and plugs in her earphones and starts singing loudly.Mrs Ney's son comes out with a bottle of water in a T-shirt and shorts good morning mum ,morning Dray how are you?I am fine mum wanna do my workout outdoors t

sakeena asked The other two appeared unaware " No I don't " " I don't either" rahama responded " who is the owner anyways? " " I don't know him but yesterday we received an invitation for the opening of the company which will take place next tomorrow. Are you sure they haven't brought any to your company? Because the invitation was given to all companies around here " " I don't think we've received any invitation but I'll ask when I get home " said rahama with a shrug

She’s mine and no one else’s. Not even Marion Whitfield, the billionaire real estate mogul. And this time I will.

I have mine now. And unlike his, mine does not involve keeping anyone in the dark.

Not free. Just waiting.

“No, school’s good.” There was a longer pause this time. I exhaled slowly. “I know.” Another pause. “I’m not avoiding anything,” I said calmly. “I’m just… satisfied with who I am and what I have in my life right now.” I moved slightly and lowered my voice. “I don’t think people get married just so they could look stable.” Silence stretched. “No,” I said gently. “I’m not saying never. I’m saying not like that.” Jamie looked at me with curiosity and I smiled a little.

I’m almost certain I didn’t. Almost.

Not anymore. Myself included.

“I'm not Eliora.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

I almost feel bad for him, losing everything for little barren old me' ###############