Roxas Diary 소설 & 이야기

Inés pivoted, north wing, maids’ quarters. Instead, she slipped south. *** The laundry room was empty. She locked the door, pulled out her phone, and snapped blurry pictures of the notebook page lodged in her memory. Names, dates, PROJECT 5D, scribbled as best she could recall. Not proof, but a breadcrumb. A floorboard creaked. Inés’ stomach dropped. She shoved the phone into her pocket and turned. Gabriel filled the doorway. A silent wall in charcoal suit. “How did you…? The door….?”

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.

He asked her. “Yes, I did. But I didn't expect that you would rush over, anyway thank you very much” she said, noticing she was starting to sound ungrateful. “So what's wrong?” He asked. “Well first of all there is an unconscious maid in the closet.” She said and stopped waiting for it to digest “If I say I was expecting to hear that I am a . Rose, how and why is she unconscious?” Roman asked her. “Well i woke up this morning and then i bathed and while i was dressing i tore my dress with my claws, they came out.” She said and his expression changed.

] [Lydia wears a poker face all the time. [Is this the 3.0 version of her face? Is it finally stable? Don't be surprised if she changes it again after two years!] The fans from both sides were arguing fiercely, and Allen's fans jumped in, too. [Lydia is amazing. Rosie should just leave the entertainment industry!] [How many syringes of hyaluronic acid did she get last night? Her face is as dark as it can get now. No amount of whitening serum will help!]

He just waits while I cross to my writing desk, grab a sheet of parchment, and scrawl a short note with a shaking hand. Mother, I need to see the world for myself. I promise I’ll come back. Please don’t worry. I’m safe. Love, Roxy I fold it and place it beside her favorite book on the table. My throat tightens as I look around the tower. My whole life is in this one room. The old velvet chair, my vanity and bed, the kitchen I spend most of my waking hours baking in, and my half-finished embroidery in the basket….

Lizzie noticed Roxy's reaction. Roxy seemed very furious, looking like she hated Yasmin. Lizzie asked, "Roxy, what's wrong?" "She harmed me before!" Roxy pointed at Yasmin. Lizzie asked, "How did she harm you?" "She put laxatives in my drink, making me embarrass myself and miss the runway show." Yasmin glanced at her indifferently. "Roxy, don't twist the truth. You were the one who put laxatives in my drink, but you ended up drinking it yourself and made a fool of yourself."

That is something that makes me the saddest about this whole thing: Jake was a friend and I lost such a good friend because of it all. “Okay. Please can you explain how you linked Roxy to the box? I believe the contents were whiskey and other items?” Nodding, I get ready to explain that first time with Roxy. She seems so different from then to now. “The contents resemble the first night I met Roxy. That night was the first time we slept together. The whiskey is what we drank and the restraints are the exact same ones used.” Right, now how do I explain the note? I can’t even remember what it said fully. I remember it talks about two becomes three becomes four but that is about all.

echoed in my head again and again, tearing at what little pride I had left. But what could I do? He was Lucas Rodriguez—untouchable, arrogant, and dangerous. Tessa rushed in and wrapped her arms around me, guiding me back to my room. I was still crying when my phone began to ring. I sniffed, forcing my voice to steady, and answered the call. But the moment I heard what was said, my heart stopped.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You