Romans & histoires On Another Note

Ross's voice interrupted my thoughts, and I snapped back to the present as he looked at me, about to dial my mother's number. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" I glanced at him, unable to hide my sarcasm. His expression twisted with annoyance, and he seemed ready to argue, but before he could say anything, the sound of a ringtone interrupted. It wasn't the usual ringtone he always used, but a woman's overly dramatic voice singing a song. At the sound, Ross immediately dropped the idea of arguing with me and hurried outside onto the balcony to answer the call. I could just make out him saying, "What? She's in the hospital? I'll be right there."

,I tried explaining " Chicago,, doing what over there girl, Wendy yelled and I had to keep my phone away. I tried speaking again when the phone was suddenly snatched from my hand and switched back off. It took a while before what just happened could register. " why would you do that?!!!, that's so rude-rude!,I raised my voice in annoyance. " That call was getting in the way of something of great importance. Now , take the penand sign accordingly!. He said casually like he didn't just offend me. This arrogant brute!, he thinks the world revolves around only him, eeh. My nose flared in anger ,my eyes became reddish but I kept it in , sighed the damn contract, waited for his signature just to b

He grabbed a piece of paper, his hand shaking as he wrote. *Jane, I’m sorry. I messed up that night, and I’ve been messing up ever since. I didn’t know it was your first time, and I should’ve been better, should’ve cared more. I can’t stop thinking about you, and I don’t want to lose you. Can we talk? Please? Meet me at the park by the lake, 7pm tomorrow. I’ll wait. -Nate* He folded the note, his heart pounding, and slipped it onto her desk, tucked under her keyboard where she’d see it in the morning. He left, his chest tight, hoping she’d show up, hoping he hadn’t lost her for good.

I took a deep breath as I close my eyes. Diana kicked my chair. I straightened up and turned to her. "What?" I hissed glaring at her. "Do you want him to smack you in the head again?" She questions in a low voice. I gave her a sullen look before I turned my attention to our professor. "What do you mean?" I heard Albert asking her, but she did not answer. Jane nudged me on my arm and passed a note to me. I opened the paper. It was from the impatient Albert.

Her emotions were full when she told me she liked me too. It couldn't have been more different from the way she later curled up in Cole's arms, telling me she didn't like me at all. Sometimes, time could change people, turning them into strangers. With a bitter smile, I tossed the items holding memories into a black trash bag. Then I caught sight of a small box hidden underneath the bed. A thick notebook labeled "Diary of Love" caught my attention. Flipping to the first page, I saw these words: Lose 11 pounds.

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Author's Note: Hello. If there is someone who is reading this book, as you can see I made a mistake for publishing the other chapters. I'm so sorry. My phone lags that's why it happens. Forgive me. I hope you guys still enjoy reading my book. I will try to finish the book this month. ~*~ KEVIN'S (HIRO'S) POINT OF VIEW

If I find that melody, maybe the Dot would stop. Auggie and I went back to the willow tree. "So, this is what you call The Yarn." "Yeah, I call it since I started visiting here." He showed me his necklace, a musical note, the beam note. "I call this universe the beam note. It reminds me of the person who always appears in my daydream." He looked at me with his hazel eyes.

I questioned him and he glanced down. “Depends on what you are offering.” He said and I smiled. “I made some Šnenokle this morning.” “I’m definitely stopping by!” I didn’t miss the way his eyes sparkled as he exclaimed. We fell silent as our so-called mates stepped inside the room. The smile on Sigrún’s face faltered a little when her eyes fell on Anxo, and the stitches on the edge of the sofa had me too engrossed to notice anything or anyone else. Anxo gulped down the contents of his glass and grabbed another two before sitting down beside me.

The garden the grand piano but something caught my attention it was this room that is in the dollhouse something was carved on its floor I gasped in horror as I had read it clearly it was written in German “Du solltest zuruck in die holle gehen|” (you should go back in hell) what the fuck is this?! There are pieces of paper inserted in each room I pulled the other one and saw what’s been sketched down on it. It's hers perhaps she once told me she draws even paint, it was a sketched showing off a young woman leaving its face undone it was drawn naked with her both arms and legs are tied up and a man standing behind her still doesn’t have a face he's the one who has the rope that choking the w