Pria Berkacamata Hitam Novels & Stories

I hope Trent didn't see me. Ugh! Now I'll never know what's behind the curtain! Or at least not today... As I rush down the stairs, I see a young lady with long ebony hair like Indian pacing the living room. Trent is seated on the couch, his face in his hands. The lady, who is so fucking beautiful with big black eyes, is nagging and screaming. I want to mind my business but my ears can't allow me. "Listen Priya," he says as I enter the kitchen. "You knew what you were getting into. I told you I can't -"

Katherine couldn’t help but smile widely in return, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Yes, it’s about to start now.. You all can go find a spot you’re comfortable in.” She told them. Diana nodded. “Alright..” They left Katherine’s side and went to the far left, forming a line. The other adults have already found their spots as well. Each of them was at two arm's length’s distance. At the very front and center was the petite girl wearing all black. Her glasses were gone and were changed for contact lenses. Her eyes shone bright and her aura was imposing. She looked quite different from before.

He looked at her , she was wearing a black maxi dress, it was a normal dress . Sia turned toward him with a smile , the bright light reflected on her face , making her look more beautiful and attractive . For a second , he could not think of anything else except her. She looked at him who is staring at her ,suddenly a blush come on her face under his intense gaze . He cleared his throat and asked:" Let's start ". She nodded and took her seat . They are sitting on the round corner ,and eating silently . Suddenly he asked her something which make Sia shocked .

She wasn’t wearing any make-up nor any jewelry – making her simple yet sexy. Tamara, on the other hand, was wearing a midnight blue halter dress with diamonds around its waist. She matched it with a black three-inched T-strap pointed heeled shoe. Her hair was braided in a side pony style tied in a black ribbon. Like Shahara, she wasn’t wearing any make-up or jewelry. She couldn’t wear her gift to her, though – it didn’t match her look – even though she wanted to always wear it. “Are you okay, ladies?” Aunt Rania warmly looked sideways to check on her and Shahara.

his voice was high now and he banged his fist unto the table “Complete and total hypocrites, yet somehow, somehow, I’m the bad one” he let out a short and hollow laugh “Unbelievable” “You’re watching it again” a voice came from the armchair diagonal to him. Priya sat there with a laptop balanced on her knee, not looking up. Her full name was something nobody in this circle used. Priya wasn’t even her real name, matter of fact, she wasn’t even of Asian descent She had chosen it herself years ago, and worn it so consistently, even her parents now call her by the name

Anita was already at home. She didn't accompany Icha because the woman had forbidden it. She said Andreas would be with her later. So Anita wouldn't interfere. Anita then opened a jewelry box Prawira had given her and carefully opened it. "Finally, I can put this back where it belongs," Anita said. "It would be nice if you wore it," Prawira replied. Anita looked back and was surprised to see Prawira in her room, this time wearing his mask again. But the difference was, this time the light was on.

Mecael The weather contradicted the whole atmosphere. Mr. Nikar had a long face. His eyes were droopy and he had dark circles around his eyes. I did not miss how his fingers tremoured when he lifted them while describing something. Aria joined me where I was talking with Mr. Nikar. Her eyes were puffy from all the crying she has been doing. The bags under her eyes were dangerously heavy. She was in a black dress and strapless heels. Yes,she mentioned the names of her shoes and clothes everyday before wearing them. Sadly today she did not say the name of the dress. Everyone else was also in black.

Priscilla isn’t as young as she thought. She’s old, maybe in her sixties. “Hi. My name is Melody and I'm Raven’s…” “I know who you are,” she said. She’s wearing a black long dress and a brown woolen sweater. Sirena’s eyes caught on three unique necklaces that she was wearing and her fingers were covered in black gloves. Her face is pale like she’s a ghost and her mahogany eyes stare right into Sirena. “Okay, I’m here to talk about…”