Sarada Adulthood Novels & Stories

He bit my lower lip and kissed me passionately as if he’s trying to wash away all my anger. The moment his lips touched mine, I felt like all the courage I’ve built up and all the reasons in my head are slowly fading away. I was so decided moments ago that I am wavering again right now. I hate that I don’t have power over me when it comes to him. I feel like I’m not myself. I was Darren Fall Adams, the girl who wanted freedom, the prodigal daughter who left home because I can’t handle to be controlled by anyone, not even my parents.

“Chup ker Nalayak, tere chakar main tera baap bichara biradri main muh nahin dekha sakta, aur rahi baat Arsh ki toh who ladka hai,wo bhi itni aachi position per. Usko toh koi bhi mil jayega, teri umar nikal gayi toh kon shadi karena. Apney baap pay taras kha nalayak. (shut up you useless girl, because of you, your dad can go to family gatherings and don't compare yourself with Arsh, he's a boy working on such a high rank in Army, any girl will say yes you him but you, once you pass your marriageable age, who will marry you, you idiot girl)” The phone was on the speaker, so when Sidha spoke about Arsh, her Elder brother,dadi lost her patience and interrupted father and daughter ’s conversatio

“My God, I don't think I've played that game since college, and frankly I'd like to keep it that way because some memories should remain buried.” “Perfect,” Maddie declared, pointing at him as though he'd accidentally strengthened her argument. “The greatest tragedy of adulthood is that everyone eventually convinces themselves they've become mature, emotionally evolved, and far too sophisticated for bad decisions, when in reality most people desperately need to do something stupid every once in a while for the sake of their mental health.”

"Don't! Please don't leave me! N-no, please.” Serene grunted, and tears fell down her cheeks. “How can I live when you left me alone? I-I can’t be alone, Grandma!” Serene immediately opened her mouth and rushed to get up. She breathed heavily as her chest quickly moved up and down. Her nightmare returned, after days without it… It came back again, the scene when the old woman who had adopted her died. She was sweating profusely while breathing fast.

I froze in my steps as I looked up and saw Sarah’s mother walking towards us and the instant sadness that overtook her as she looked at Adara’s baby bump. “Hello, Kiran.” Her eyes drifted down to the wedding band on my finger. “Hello, Mrs Winters.” There was an awkward silence for a few seconds and I was brought back to reality when Adara squeezed my hand. “This is Adara, my wife.” “How far along are you?” The sadness was plain to hear in her voice. “Six months.” Adara was itching to know who this woman was and what this strange exchange between us meant. “Congratulations. My grandchild would have been just over three years old now had Sarah lived.” She smiled sadly at us and kept walking.

She agreed only if I took a 10 percent brookerage f*e, which I did, but directed the funds to the charity division. Adira was like a daughter to me now. I wish she could have met my love, my wife before her passing. She had always wanted a girl and she would have adored Adira. I remember the first time I had met her - she had been our youngest applicant, having worked hard and skipped two grades. At not quite 16 she stood before our panel and shared how she wanted to share the beauty of the world with other children and people like herself - those who couldn't afford to travel and who had used photos and stories of far off corners of the world to imagine a better life for themselves. Sh

Rain falls, bringing water from the sky. But for me, rain also brings memories. A bundle of memories that, for some reason, instantly makes my chest feel tight. Now, my heart no longer has room to love the rain like I used to. Home, 05:55 AM This is my story; my name is Adina Candra Elsa. People often call me Adina. I am a child born into a simple family. My mother is just an ordinary employee at one of the small companies in my town. As for my father, I don't know. I've been abandoned by him since I was five years old.

Lydia explained, “Everyone was in a panic when we arrived that they could hardly notice I was the one. They were all talking about a voice commanding a maid to apologize.” “It’s true,” Alpha Damon confirmed. “The maid dared to call Sarai a beast.” Lydia looked puzzled. “But why would that warrant such a reaction?” “Because Sarai is a reincarnation of a goddess,” Alpha Damon said. Loretta’s eyes widened, and she began to shake. Alpha Damon quickly reassured her. “It’s nothing to be afraid of. Sarai is here to help the Pack.” Lydia’s eyes lit up with understanding. “Wow,” she whispered, clearly amazed by the revelation.

alive. "They’re calling you a martyr," Silas muttered, stepping forward to catch him. "They’re building shrines to the Widowed Sovereign. You need to talk to them, Aradaa. They need a leader, not a recluse." "They have a father," Aradaa spat, wiping blood from his nose. "I’m just the battery." He pushed past Silas and headed for the nursery. Kaerith was there, humming a low tune to the baby. The room was the only place in the city that felt warm. The child sat on a pile of furs, playing with a piece of scavenged wire.

Adriana ran to her and hugged her tightly. She had missed Aunty Sarah already. "Happy birthday to you my baby girl" Aunty Sarah said with a huge smile on her face. "Baby girl? I am 23 today, I am no longer a baby girl, I am anything but that" Adriana replied, her lips forming into a pout. "Really? You seem like an 8-year-old kid to me" Aunty Sarah said and pulled her cheeks. "What did you get me for my birthday?" Adriana asked, curiously trying to open the bag that Aunty Sarah carried in her hands but Aunty Sarah hit her hands away.