Perjodohan Novels & Stories

—it was genuinely observant, like he was looking at a rare piece of art. ​"I'm Mateo Velez," he said, stepping forward to help me stabilize the heavy tripod before it could tip. "I’m on the board of directors. And unfortunately for my sanity, I’m also Luke’s oldest friend." ​"Hannah Martin," I replied, regaining my composure. "Is he always... like that?"

A SHOCKING NEWS. Giordana. Concluding another consultant session with an arrhythmia patient, I leaned back on my chair thanking God that it went well and the patient wasn't problematic. It had been two weeks since my encounter with Mr. Philip Forbes. I reckon he was just kidding that day and that brought me relief because I can't imagine getting married to that arrogant man, just the thought made me shudder. 'He's handsome and sexy though.' I agree he is but as handsome as he is that is how terrible his character is. God shouldn't have made him so perfect.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Nora looked at the clock. “Five?! It’s not morning, it’s night!” She yawned and pulled the covers over her head. Zehra chuckled and waited, counting in her head. Three. Nora turned to the right. Two. She curled into a ball and then stretched out. One. Nora groaned and sat up. “My sleep ditched me!” Zehra laughed. “Get up, lazy himar.” Nora narrowed her eyes. “Seriously? Lazy donkey?”

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

The pups run down the stairs eager to get some food. I swear they ate like 10 times a day. “ Me first! “ One of the pups demand “ No, me first, Jayden! “ A pup cries “ Mabel promised me that I could go first since I went last time, “ the pup said bossily. Their innocent playfulness makes me smile. A real, genuine smile for the first time in a long time. I wish my biggest problem was what number I was in the breakfast line.

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"Best Christmas wish ever." "Agreed."

I think I had offended her somehow. "Hello, I'm John Travo," he said, pointing to his wife. "And my lovely wife, Mary." Mary looked me up and down, her smile condescending.“Hello.” I beckoned to both of them. Mary lifted her nose, “How old are you?” Mary asked me bluntly. I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up. “I’m twenty-nine,” I replied. Mary grew a large smile, “Ahh… Twenty-nine and no children? Afraid to lose that figure, are we?” She looked me up and down, “Not much to lose- probably help us grow a little.” She gestured at her chest and hips. Well. Mary sure didn’t care for me.

Bo said seriously. “Really? And what do you know about Jericho?” “Jericho is this crazy ass white dude that always gets the job done. He doesn’t even blink, man. He kills you so quick you don’t even know you dead,” he said and I laughed. “Word is he’s ice cold too, doesn’t feel a thing and he can get real creative. You know him?” “Yeah, I know him,” I said. “His last job paid nine hundred.” Bo’s eyes widened in shock. “No shit? Nine hundred? Damn, man.”