Our Last Day Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her eyes when my cum fills her are wide and full of love. I don't see a better way for a night to end. The three of us, collapsed in a heap as we live out our last day at home pack before we head straight to what may or may not be our deaths. I know we are all thinking it, but we don't dare say it.

Sometimes I wondered how we managed to get along so well but we made it work. New York was a madhouse of people, it seemed as if the entire world had traveled here to watch the ball drop and had yet to leave. Last night had been an unforgettable experience, we had gotten to see some of our favorite performers live and had even managed to be seen by our friends and family on tv. As tired as we both were from staying up way too late last night we were determined to go out and have fun our last day in the Big Apple.

A week has gone by, and still, Justin couldn't say anything to Fiona, and today is the last day of their trip. Tomorrow, they will head back to their homes. "Hey!! What's wrong? You have been zoning out a lot since the morning." Fiona asked him. Worry was written all over her face. "Nothing, it's just today is our last day of vacation, and after a day or so, we have to get back to work." "Yeah, I know." She said sadly.

I never really went home leaving her going home by herself. The next day, I woke up at 1 pm. At 4 pm, I got visitors. Can I still even call them visitors where they're always here? Mich and Krys of course. “We decided to spend the last day since you'll be leaving already tomorrow,” Mich said. We bought food and ate and ate and just ate while laughing and laughing—reminiscing what happened last night and what in the craziness happened for the last two years. Few more hours when mama and papa came home and bought us drinks.

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.

I sighed. "Anyways, we are leaving for the island the next day. Be sure to pack the things that you want to bring from here because after Indira's birthday celebration we will go straight to the airport. We're going back to France as soon as possible ." I told her. The two looked at each other before they blinked and looked away, and take note, they were doing that in unison. I winced. They're really weird these days, I swear. I didn't paid that much of attention to them and went back to the room. I spent the whole day playing with Indira. My cellphone rang but I ignored it. It was the bastard, texting and calling me.

We had each other, and that was all that mattered. **Sorry for the delay guys had to make an unplanned very fast move and well laptop got broke. Back to daily updates now!""

Vincent held her tightly in his arms. The last thing they saw before tumbling into the red abyss was the double’s smile—wide, cracked, and dripping like porcelain breaking.

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

“Well then do enjoy the remaining hours of our last day in this corporate prison, bye bye now Mr fiancé.” Right, it is my last day here, might as well enjoy and relax before I leave, pack my things and head right back to campus.