Positively Yours Novel English Novels & Stories

Emerald I had gotten the job. It always paid to be positive and it echoed in my ear as I stepped into the coffee shop to meet with my boss. Straightening down my brown flay skirt i’d paired up with a white arm length shirt and poker dot scarf with my left hand, I waved a hand like she had advised me to. My eyes searched through the people in the room guessing which one was Mrs Walker. There was more men than women and they looked in their twenties. So where the hell was she?

' I said of my mind. 'Jealous girl.' That's my mind. 'When I get mad, I will definitely ignore this man.' Poor language in my mind. He seems to enjoy their guests even when he reaches for the dish. It's just that I really want to reach out to him! I secretly raised an eyebrow at it. "Eloisa, do you have a boyfriend left in America?" ma'am Nhessa asked as they talked. She smiled at Ma'am Nhessa before answering. "I'm single now Auntie." Eloisa replied.

Her hair was loose today, falling around her shoulders, glasses perched low on her nose. She looked… peaceful. “You’re up, you went out cold after the movie.” she said without looking up. “Eventually,” I replied. She smiled, turning a page. “Come sit. It’s one of those days.” “What kind of days?” “The kind where the rain gives us permission to do nothing.” I grabbed a throw pillow and dropped onto the couch, pulling my legs up beneath me. Outside, the world looked muted—grey skies, wet pavement, leaves sticking to the ground like they’d given up on trying to escape.

Crap, this is all I need. His eyes narrowed but he didn’t say a word and i remember his question “Charlotte, but I prefer Charlie” “Then Charlie it is, I am Alexander and I shall see you later” “Well Charlie, that was weird” I often find talking to myself helpful. When I reached down to grab another book out my bag, a bag of apple slices had appeared, a note was stuck to the front ‘thought you would enjoy these, A’

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Kira clutched her chest laughing, bent forward over her knees, shoulders shaking, her whole body giving in to it. "Oh my God." "I'm serious!" Talia sat straight up and put one hand flat on the vanity, fingers spread, like she needed it anchored while she said the rest. "Men like that walk around like they got secrets. And I want every single one of them." Anna shook her head, using the cotton pad with aggressive energy now, scrubbing her cheek like the conversation itself required extra effort. "You are writing a whole romance novel about a man whose face you have not even seen."

She takes the champagne from its ice bucket while I'm still standing dumbfounded in the middle of the vast, open space. "There's an envelope here for you." Phoebe holds a large, white envelope out, spearing me into action and I take it from her hand. Alessandro's strong, bold handwriting is on the front. No matter what, I love you always, A. My hands are shaking as I open the envelope and pull the contents out. My eyes scan the front page of a document and it falls with a heavy thud to the floor.

His soft words whispered through her hair as she sniffled and tried to put the letter back in the envelope, but her hands were shaking so hard she couldn't do it. “How?” Jace's brow furrowed for a moment and then he slowly smiled. “You are dating a billionaire.” She looked up at him confused. “I don't understand. How does me dating the owner of a corporation help?” Though she did like that he said they were dating. His smile grew bigger. “I love that it didn't even cross your mind.” He took the letter from her hand and quickly skimmed it. “I can take care of this.” “What?”

I saw that there were many fruits, so I frowned and looked because there might be a letter there saying who it was from. "There is no name of who sent it; it said it was for you," she answered me. "I'm afraid to eat those. Maybe there's poison," I said, then laughed a little. "Oh! It's probably not going to be poisoned, Architect. Do you want me to taste it first?" Janeth said, then laughed a little. I grinned and nodded at her before I opened it. She took a grape and an apple and then ate them. "It's not my fault if you get poisoned, right? You want that," I said while laughing.

warm. He smiled and handed me a sleek black calling card. It had his name in elegant, gold-embossed letters along with a number and an email address. I took it carefully, feeling the weight of it in my hand, as though it held more than just his contact information—it held the promise of something new, something uncertain, but something important. "Thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I really don’t know how to repay you for all of this. It’s... it’s a lot."