Not Your Just Because Novel Novels & Stories

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

“I will give Yuna a magnificent settlement. I have already made it clear, I am only with her because of the child. It was a childish mistake of mine in the past. I don’t understand how she even got pregnant. I have always been careful with her. The only times I didn’t use protection was…” He stopped. He hadn’t bothered with protection during their time in Bali and also during the unprotected sexual encounter they had while they were both drunk in that place that held their childhood memories. He knew what he was doing despite all that alcohol in his system. He even called for a taxi to take her home, but nobody answered the door, so he resorted to pulling the keys from her handbag and helpin

ordinary. C for those people who does not care at all-about the world and reality and all other stuff that's happening around them. Maybe they call themselves nerds? Introverts? I really don't care. "Babe?" I heard a familiar voice and turned my heels to see where the voice was coming from. I didn't realize that we are already in our table. Trixie, retouching her make up, and Vanessa, finding a perfect angle for her selfie, were already seated.

Why on Earth would a total stranger like him care for me. "Wh-at?" I choked out in surprise. I wanted him to confirm if I did hear him right or not. "Rica it's because I care to know. You know not everyone is out to get you or something. Now please will you tell me what's wrong" He said softly. The part were he said 'Not everyone was out to get me' really hit me deep. I guess I was behaving like everyone was really out to get me. You can't really blame me for that though, my life wasn't all sunshines and rainbows.

Ten years ago, New york. Noah Williams. Easy was what she was. She was easier than I thought. I was thinking she was going to reject me then give me a hard time like in Samson book I had read to find out what happened at the end of the story. The main male character was a bad boy and the main female character was a nerd. Cliche I know.

" She mumbles as she felt her cheeks rise with redness. Recently Carson and Lia have become friends. It was shocking to most because Carson never engaged with people around her school because she thought the whole thing was cliche. The school had the cute bad boys and the popular bitchy girls. The nerds who keep to themselves and the annoying student council . Then their was Carson. A loner who doesn't pay attention in class and causes ruckus.

Kiara's pov "Caught in a lie" That was the name of the Novel I read. Our dear author just had to lock the chapters in the end, which made the last chapters open only if you pay. And always I left it as I don't want to waste my money for just a novel. I could have used it for something else.

None, even if I keep fighting, he willingly gives up the fight! Out of frustration and anger in my chest, I tear up the sticky note, throw the necklace against the wall, and it lands on the floor with a thud. I find myself sobbing for no apparent reason! Why is it so hard to forget you, Cole Aiden? And in just a minute, I found myself picking up the necklace. I immediately grabbed a small box under my bed.

Please be negative. It had been several minutes since I took the test and yet, I still couldn’t bear to bring myself to look at the result. I just graduated from university and just started settling at work. I am barely managing to keep myself alive, let alone eat proper meals everyday. How could I possibly handle anything more?

I’ll probably keep on freelancing for both Take 2 Interactive and Rockstar games, or I could try getting in at Googleplex or Applepark. I put the discarded novel on top of my suitcase. I don’t know why I even bother to read it. It’s not well written, the grammar sucks — a bunch of crap, really. And the couple on the cover is so cliché. The whole stereotypical romantic pose makes my skin crawl with frustration. I sigh deeply. I’m so uptight my neck is pulling into a spasm. “You know he’s going to be here tonight?” Of course, I know. That’s the whole darn problem.