On My Block Latrelle Novels & Stories

She took out a wooden block and knocked it. At the same time, she mumbled her complaints about Lyla. She said the latter was petty and full of jealousy. In the end, she began to rap. She was good at it as well. Due to Rebella’s unreasonable actions, Lyla, who was cultivating, frowned. She was irritated. On the battlefield in the distance, Noel and Winnie heard the sound of Rebella mumbling and knocking on the wooden block. They turned around irritatedly. “Aunt Rebella, please be humane. Do you think it’s polite to do this?”

Love's like coffee—only you know if it's bitter or sweet. Lena's phone buzzed again while we sipped tea. She glanced at it, saw the message from Nate: [Lena, I'm leaving.] Her expression didn't even twitch. "I'll block him later," she said casually. "If you can't do it, I'll gladly help," I teased, smirking. She shot me a look—the classic bestie, stop talking glare. By the time we left with the package, Nate was still sitting in her inbox, unanswered.