Seputih Hati Novels & Stories

Very slowly I picked up a pen, paper and sitting at the edge of the bridge, began to write. Hey Vera, How have you been? Hope everything is fine up there in heaven. I hope that you're getting the life you've always wanted. It's been three months since you've been gone, but it still hurts like crazy. Don't think I'll ever be able to heal from that. You had asked me to hate you before you died. Unfortunately, I couldn't do it. I wish I did because it's impossible to do it now. People don't hate ghosts.

Hai Khoobsurat Yeh Pal, Sab Kuch Raha Hai Badal Sapne Haqeeqat Mein Jo Dhal Rahe Hai Kya Sadiyon Se Puraana Hai Rishtaa Yeh Hamaara Ke Jis Tarha Tumse Hum Mil Rahe Hai Translation: These moments are beautiful Everything is changing The dreams are blending into reality Is this old and since ages This relationship of ours Is that the reason why I'm meeting you like this Let it stay forever This season of love Meet me like this From birth to birth Mishty's cheeks started burning with the intense look of Siddharth. She tried to hide behind her sister but his stares followers her everywhere. Shagun looked at both and gets happy while Ishu looked at Mihir and Payal.

"Will you cut the crap? Do you think I enjoy seeing your silly arrogant face? I will give everything not to see your face ever again but poor me, I have no choice but to see it every fucking day!" "You make me sick Mila, you really do. You attitude stink. I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone. I hate you with passion and I wish you were never born. Your parents certainly made a mistake. I can tell they planned on aborting you but you escaped and........." "ENOUGH!"

SERENA’S POV The ride back home is quiet—eerily quiet. Not even Cassidy’s usual sarcastic jabs nor Luna’s soft humming can cut through the tension pulsing through the vehicle. My fingers grip the edge of the seat, knuckles turning white, as I stare blankly out the window. Lucian sits in the front, as still and composed as a statue, his aura unreadable as always. My heart pounds in my chest like a war drum. I don’t even know if it’s fear, guilt, or pure rage and longing coursing through me. Maybe it’s all three—merging and exploding within me like a storm I can’t control.

Arthie's POV The helmet didn't fit right. Or rather, it fit exactly as it had three weeks ago, before the crash, before the hospital, before Cyrus Datu had kissed him on a rooftop and asked him to choose. Arthie stood in the garage at Sepang, Malaysia, surrounded by the scream of engines and the smell of racing fuel, and felt alien. The Nomex suit was familiar, the gloves broken in to his fingerprints, the car—Bebeng , his girl—tuned to his exact preference. But the man inside the suit had changed.

Micah abruptly ended the call as if he was the one being rejected. Desperation flooded his eyes as he said, "Adeline, we're the most pitiful people in this world. We fell from the top of the world to rock bottom. "Look at us. You’re wearing cheap rags from the dollar store, and I’ve got no one left in this world except for my most loyal friend here. I was once so glorious, but now I don’t even have a hundred dollars to my name."

Alice reasoned what her sister had said and realized it was all true. The King was in every way unworthy of their love. Not like they loved him in the first place. He was the cause of their misery and problems. They continued to wash the table cloth in silence, each reliving the events of the day. Alice hated the chief cook for slicing her sister's face and the maid that rubbed pepper on Alicia's wounds. Alicia hated the cook that made Alice stumble and Princess Sasha for beating her sister's face to the point it was.