Perfect Twelve Novels & Stories

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December of the twelfth year had a quality that Ernest tried to describe and found required the full journal entry rather than the accurate sentence. He had been trying to write an accurate sentence for twenty minutes. The sentence would not come. The sentence was too small, too contained, too neat for the thing he was trying to describe. The quality of December was not a quality that could be captured in a single sentence, no matter how accurate. The quality of December was the quality of the accumulated twelve, the quality of the ordinary days that had built something that could no longer be described as a collection of ordinary days but had become something else, something larger, somethi

"The entire family business... I'll put you in charge of it all." "We'll be the most powerful couple in Italy." I pulled my hand away. "Why can't you just tell the truth?" Soren was silent for a few seconds, then dropped the act. "Does it matter?" He looked at me, his usual entitlement written all over his face. "The outcome is good for both of us." I had to be sick in the head, completely crazy, to still be wasting my time on him. I stared at him for a long moment. Twelve years. I had been through twelve years of blood and chaos with him.

"The best option now is for you to redo your senior year with Nicole. I'll see you on campus one year from now. Nothing's going to change during this time. It's not a big deal." Not a big deal? My whole body started to shake uncontrollably. "Preston Nolin, do you know what a 626 score means?" I asked. "It's the top one percent in the entire state. "I woke up at 4:30 am and went to sleep at midnight every day. I was doing practice exams even on New Year's Day. I threw myself into studying for three straight years to get that 626, and you say it's 'not a big deal' and that I should just redo my senior year?"

I asked him completely serious. “Not drunk man, I just don’t mince words. Me and Flora are better than you two, you want to know why, at least we don’t hid under supposed best friend and we are clear about our attraction to each other. Not like the great Kola and Charming Tomi, people that won best couple although they were not a couple.” “Ezekiel, I sure say your head nor dey house… what the hell are you yapping about?”

Thank you all for always supporting “Sweet Treachery”. I couldn’t have asked for better fans. I love you all!!! I rush to the window to catch a glimpse Of how life used to be wonderful How there were no worries and I was at ease I had my family’s love in full But all I see is the tears of the moon In the form of dew And the life which I once knew Is now a poor shadow of itself PenaciousShewa

Just thinking of being away from her again brought an ache to my heart. “Thank you, Blake,” Jules spoke after his long silence. “That was the best!” I looked at the back and saw him grinning at me. “It was such an advanced Christmas gift for all of us. Even if I starve on that day, I’d be full remembering today.” I chuckled. “You won’t starve that day. I’d be back by then, and I’ll make sure we’ll have lots of food on your table,” “Two more weeks,” Tara whispered, her lips pouting.

Just say you messed up to the High King! The High King waved his hand, clearly annoyed, and the guards shut the doors. The hall fell silent. The second-in-command handed me a wooden box once more. "Sophie, this is the High King's blessing, paving the way for your future." I looked down at the wooden box in my hands, knowing full well what it meant. It was the symbol of the High King's power and riches. Later, at the banquet, I looked around and did not spot Iris anywhere.

~Kunmi~ Aminah said the second term was always the most fun with all the activities lined up for the term; the interhouse sports, the excursions, the literacy week and then, the elections of new prefects. In my new school, prefects weren't elected, they were selected and when I was in JSS3, there was this senior who was very proud and stucked up, she'd thought she was going to be selected as the headgirl. In the long, a more gentle and quiet girl was selected and that proud senior had cried her eyes out, because of ordinary post. Tara and I had laughed at that scenario.

She hated the way it reacted, heat rushing to her skin, a weakness she hadn’t expected. Was he really so in love with Venessa that he destroyed my life for her? The thought sliced through her chest, sparking anger that burned hotter than his touch. The other couples slowly moved aside, leaving the dance floor clear until only they remained under the spotlight. Camera flashes lit the air as the music swelled. Then the MC’s voice boomed across the hall… “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s put our hands together for tonight’s most dazzling pair….the perfect couple! Chase Monroe, the country’s number one wealthiest bachelor and first to achieve international acclaim… and his partner….”