Saat Novels & Stories

Perhaps God was showing them He did things the way He wants to. I resumed early. Tanner was just opening. “Hey, kid. You’re pretty early,” he said which surprised me. “ And make more deep coffee today.” “Yeah, yeah whatever boss,” I replied and took the shaker. I added extra caffeine and then shook it violently. That morning's work was fun because I danced as I shake, hearing words like: “A trio.” “A couple.” “A dozen!” And I replied, “Right up.” Or “Coming up.” As usual, girls came over to the counter to look at my face. There was a lady; a blonde who came by 7:30 rushing to the counter. I was backing the counter when she came.

Fate. They call it destiny or kismet. A time comes in life when there's so much happiness that getting something more than what you expected felt surreal, a figment of imagination. As if just the deepest yearning dream of yours comes alive. Your ear rings with a constant numbing feeling of the words that you yearned to hear for years. The words that now repeat in your head like a mantra of lullaby. Calming and serene. Then denial and disbelief kicked in. Questions raking one after the other. It was impossible but then again nothing was impossible for God. When with all your will you try to wake up from the blissful dream but nothing happens.

His words were like ice, and he hung up before she could say another word. Summer stared at her phone, her expression darkening as rage boiled beneath the surface. She’d waited so long for me to step aside, and she finally had her chance. However, why was everything slipping through her fingers now? A few days later, she called Lucien again. The moment he saw her name flash across the screen, his brows furrowed. “I told you. I don’t have time for this right now–” “Lucien.” Summer’s voice trembled, soft and tearful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, but the power’s out at my place. I think there’s a short circuit or something…

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.

They’ll be on this place like ants on a hill soon. Andrew held up one of the needles he’d been preparing. He’d only had time to work up a few of these, and it still needed testing. Might only work for a short period, might not work at all. Well, no time like the present, he said to himself, sticking it in his arm and depressing the end. He shook his head, feeling a little strange, but before he could do anything else he saw Suzanne in the room again; she looked distraught. ‘What?’ he asked, and all she said was ‘Bridget.’

##Chapter 27: Cassidy Book One: Stay Meet me downstairs ASAP with your hockey bag. I stare at the phone in my hand before typing out a response. Are you serious? Just do it. Bossy much? The eye roll emoji pops up on the screen. Fine. I'll be down in 5.

' Sia has really disappointed me today, I thought she was sure a good girl, but today I am starting see her in a different light' ################

“Or… if you want… stay a bit longer and we’ll go straight to my apartment. Don’t worry, you can shower there and all that.” “No… no, better come pick me up. Tonight will be clear… full moon,” I whisper, barely audible. I notice Sam’s eyes widen in surprise. He looks nervous. “Today… isn’t today March 19?” he stammers. “No, sir… it’s the 20th.” “Impossible!…” he mutters, jumping in his chair. “I remembered something… will you teach me tomorrow? I have a very important commitment today,” I add, adjusting his tie as if suddenly suffocating.

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****

It's only been two days since I'm here and I'm freaking out. I grabbed my lunch and sat at an empty table. I don't know how they manage to serve this slop even the smell is bad. Rice, beans, puree with sausage, if someone tells me that it has expired I would have no doubts. - Look at the little princess, she doesn't want to eat. – one of the inmates at the other table spoke. I ignored. - This one is used to the good and the best. It really had to be gone.