Novel & Cerita Say Hello To Yesterday

he asked persisting . "Am okay" Happy New year in advance guys. Am sorry for yesterday. Next episode drop now. Who is ready for fun. Am coming, lemme go brush my teeth 🤣🤣🤣🙄🙄🤣

Everything was falling into place exactly as she had hoped. Strutting out of the airport, Tabitha caught the faint sound of someone calling her name. She turned her head in the direction of the voice and saw her name printed on a huge sign in the waiting crowd. “Tabitha! Tabitha Bray!” Holding a placard up, Koben Nash squeezed his way out of the crowd and took quick paces to Tabitha. The confused look on Tabitha’s face didn’t upset Koben. Instead, he joked with a smile, “What? Did you forget me in just three years, Tabs?”

Habang ako naman ay hindi maiwasan ang mautal kahit ang banggitin man lang ang kanyang pangalan. "A-ahm, I came here to, to greet you. Yeah, to greet you a good morning. N-now that I'm done, I-I must go now." I was trying my best to speak in a normal way but I just can't. His eyes that not leaving mine, terrifies me.

I had to. She picked up on the third ring, her voice chipper. “Hey you! Recovering from skating carnage?” “Hey… yeah. Listen,” I hesitated. “This might sound weird, but… have you noticed anything strange? Like… does today feel like a repeat of yesterday?” There was a pause. “Um, no? I mean, I did have the same tea this morning, but that’s just me being boring.” “No, I mean like… doesn’t it feel like we lived yesterday already?”

Maybe, this is can be refrence for nex birthday😀😀🤗🤗🤗🤗 Thank you for reading🤗🤗🤗

𝙸 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿𝚂 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼. "𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃?" 𝙸 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁 𝙵𝙸�

Tonight's celebration party should have been our fresh start, a chance to completely say goodbye to the past and welcome a bright future. I never expected that the hell I had left in the past would come knocking at my door.

Seems it's time to learn about the truth! "Hello!"

Chapter 17 Hannah's POV The bass was thumping through the floorboards of Sarah’s Salcedo condo long before I even stepped off the elevator. When the doors opened, the hallway smelled like a mix of expensive perfume and cheap pizza—the universal scent of a Friday night well spent. ​Inside, the transformation was complete. The "12th Floor Survivors" had officially shed their corporate skins. Ties were tied around foreheads, heels were kicked into a corner, and the air was thick with the kind of laughter that only happens when the boss isn't around.

“What?” “I'm really sorry for yesterday.” “Yeah.”