P.a.i.m.o.n Novels & Stories

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

" He continued. " Okey," I replied as if cared about what is his going to tell me, Duhhh. ___________________________ I arrived at exactly 6:00 pm at home I lived alone. After settling myself on the couch, I open my phone cuz I don't know what to do and I'm bored. As I kept scrolling at my F******k account I've have seen some hot pictures of a guy and I had the urge to zoom at his waist part. I tried to ignore the heat rushing through my veins as I stare at the body built but as minutes passed by, my body wants to be pleasured.

It was as if the girl was an important person who had free access to enter the building. The girl occasionally looked at the people who also looked down at her, she didn't reply or respond to them. His steps continued to bring the girl into the room filled with CCTV. Until her steps stopped in front of a room that said "General"Frederick Dominic, the girl's hand went up to knock on the door knock ..tok..tok.. "Come in!" When the girl had heard the answer from inside the room, in a fairly firm baritone voice. Finally the girl opened the doorknob and stepped into the military-style room but seemed relaxed.

“Are you alright? Do you want me to get you something to drink?” “Y-yes, please…” she responded without taking her eyes off the man who looked like Jan. “Alright. Wait for me here.” Winona found herself walking towards him. But she stopped a few steps away when a woman approached him. She heard the woman call him in a different name. “Samuel! Papa’s at the diner. He wants us to join him for dinner.” She turned around immediately. Perhaps she was wrong. She must be imagining things because she had been missing Jan so badly, and she could not accept the truth that he was dead.