Novel 93 Novels & Stories

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

When mom asked what we were doing upstairs all day, Pete said we were watching a movie. Lier! I slowly glanced at him before looking away. If dad ever finds out that Pete lied,we would all personally experience the stuff together because Pete was one of the guys that did expose everyone rather than take a punishment alone. Midway into our dinner,mom told us that uncle Gabriel, her younger brother, would come to spend Christmas,few days with us. Pete was so excited that he couldn't finish his food and ran upstairs to do only what he knew. Josh was excited as well…infact, everyone was excited. Uncle G is in the army in the USA and barely traveled to see anyone but whenever he came on one of hi

This was Faith's journal. He flipped some more pages. In the beginning, nothing was all that interesting in the book. It was just about daily life. Some of her stories showed that she had a tough life. She wrote about how hard she worked to support her family and her sick father. It wasn't anything new Anthony didn't already know about. His chest felt heavy as he kept reading. Faith's life hadn't been easy. Her father was so cruel to her. So, no wonder she had a hard time trusting men. Trusting him.

Instead I stood there trembling, nipples tight against silk, every nerve ending screaming for something I refused to name. Ethan’s eyes flicked down my body and back up, slow and deliberate. “Twenty-nine days left,” he said. “Tick-tock.” Then he dove into the pool without another word, cutting through the water like a blade, leaving me standing on the edge shaking with rage and something a lot darker. I didn’t go inside until the city lights blurred from the tears I refused to let fall. And when I finally made it to my bed, alone under the twelve-thousand-thread-count sheets, I didn’t even pretend to reach for Victor’s side.