Not My Forte Novels & Stories

I replied. I don’t know why am I saying all this to her as I never did to anyone. I never even said these even to my Mom. She placed her hand on my back and said “It’s ok! We all have insecurities Sanjay. There is not a person in this world with not a single one.” “I have the biggest insecurity. All we need to do is let go of it and be strong even letting it go is a mistake. Just think that if someone actually leaves you then you have parents and not just Mom and also amazing friends.” She said and I nodded at her smiling.

Not with us. So I do the only thing I am not particularly known for... being patient.

Carla “Red. Something red! Black. Blue. Green Fucking yellow. But nothing red!” I yell in frustration, pulling out all the clothes from my closet. This has to be some sort of a joke. I have all the colors except for red. How can this be? I mean isn’t red a very common color? Why don’t I have something red? I know, I know, a red dress is something almost everyone has. Why don’t I have a red dress?

My fingers trembled in anger, and a chill ran down my spine. Back then, Will had been completely uninterested in studying. He couldn’t even get into a vocational school, let alone a university. I, on the other hand, had started later than others and worked myself to the bone just to earn my place at a top school, yet Mom made it seem that I “stole” his opportunity. I forced down my rage and said, “Don’t you know what his academic results were? If you’re going to lie, at least have some conscience.”

What did I do to deserve so much luck? I'm not accomplished in anything. Can't manage a note on the piano. Real estate is ugly and confusing and cutthroat—I want no part of the family business. I am unforgivably awkward around my mother's friends. I'm not the daughter they were promised by the God of Rich People.

I decided not to argue with him because it’s exhausting. There was no way this arrogant brat could admit that I’m strong. * #TBC

And I no longer have the strength. ---

I am too fabulous to chase a man. That's a huge ironic statement for a sucker like me. I wonder where's Jericho. I bet he is home. "I am glad that everyone is here to celebrate with me. I am delighted to see some familiar faces too, coming from my relatives, investors, and business partners. Tonight, let us toast for this massive success! Cheers, Ladies and Gentlemen!" Getting bored with the ambiance, I decided to step back because I feel unsettled, so I excused myself to my mom and dad.

She glanced at Samuel and me before continuing, "Let Samuel move in and take care of you, Naomi." I found it too troublesome for Samuel. Besides, why would I still need my younger brother to take care of me when I was already an adult? "I can take care of myself." "It's a miracle you haven't poisoned yourself with that cooking skill of yours," Mom said in disbelief. I smiled sheepishly when she mentioned my cooking skills. I enjoyed being in the kitchen and experimenting with recipes. Yohan and Julian would call them dark cuisines, but thankfully Samuel was fond of it, so this hobby remained with me until now.

The caption read, [I let go and gave up my seat, pretending to be carefree, but who understands how hard it is for me to move on…] I snorted, placing the phone aside. There was no need to block her—having such a digital pet to amuse myself wasn't so bad after all. Jason walked into the bedroom, holding a glass of warm milk. "Wynter, drink some milk before bed," he said gently. I glanced at him but didn't take the cup. "You know I'm lactose intolerant, right?" His hand froze in mid-air, then he awkwardly set the milk on the nightstand. "I've been so busy with work lately, I just didn't think."