Seventeen You Made My Dawn Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dawn's POV I am in a huge room that thrice or more the size of my bedroom. After the incident me almost drowning then Adam ...saving me. I felt like a damsel in distress, I never let anyone help me, this time I was glad someone was next to me and even more glad that it was Adam. He bandaged me then took me to the infirmary, the doctor said that I will need to change the bandage other than that I am fine.

''Yeah I know, so can we go up,” I said in a bold tone. ''Sure,” he replied with a smile. Damn! His smile is amazing. We went up to my room and he sat on a chair. ''Your room is really nice,”’Zayn complimented. ''Thanks,” I replied blushing. ''So before we start I'll like to know more about you'', Zayn said starring at me. ''Okay, my name is Raven.” What was I saying! ''I'm seventeen,” I continued. ''I love reading and taking naps,” I said in a satisfied tone.

Her exams were around and the corner so she was very tired. Hayden had been jogging two hours. The music lyrics pounded in his ears loudly. AZLyrics.com "Shawn Mendes" "Kid In Love" I know that we just met Maybe this is dumb But it feels like there was something From the moment that we touched 'Cause it's alright, it's alright I wanna make you mine The way you're lightin' up the room Caught the corner of my eye We can both sneak out the back door We don't have to say goodbye

Dawn said pointedly. Finally, a few minutes passed, and they were home. The car stopped, and Dawn lost no time getting out, grabbing her bag, and heading inside. Upon entering, her anger propelled her up the stairs where she stepped on and found a dark brown bottle with a black top. Dawn reacted swiftly, picking up the object and reading the label, "Serum X". She was puzzled, prompting her to open the container and cautiously smell the contents; it had a faint, pungent aroma. A familiar smell puzzled Dawn, but before she could figure it out, her parents walked in through the opened front door. To avoid her father, Dawn hid the bottle and went upstairs, locking her bedroom door. She set the

Hayley said nothing, but she was glad that Vanessa was so recognised even outside the pack she had made a name for herself. Rafael and Jayden were involved in some talks and while they were talking Hayley looked around. She suddenly felt a hand over her shoulder, she looked to her side and saw Dawn over there, “I want to talk to you, dear.” She said and moved forward. “How old are you, Hayley?” Dawn asked. “I am twenty-one.” She said, Dawn smiled and said, “oh my you are younger than all of us here, baby.” Hayley looked at her and said, “I am not a baby.”

OTG stands for Off The Grid. Well for every age, I always made a new playlist, with my age as the number of songs it consisted of, touché huh? Let's explore... I was a sucker for soul music honestly. This present playlist had sixteen r&b based songs which include; Dusk till Dawn by Zayn ft Sia. You broke me first by Tate McRae. Good Days by SZA. Playing games by Summer Walker. Honeymoon Fades by Sabrina Carpenter. Mood Swings by Pop smoke ft Lil Tjay.

Heather POV Dawn and I lay out our towels while we watched Jacob, Zane, and Ben, Jacob’s Gamma to be, get the fire pit set up for later. Dawn is sitting applying sunscreen to her legs when she looks at me and asks “How are you going to work on your tan with all those clothes on still?” “I’m fine thanks. I’m still trying to figure out how I even let you convince me to wear one of your bikinis.” “I told you, there is nothing wrong with you wearing that suit. There is nothing wrong with your body and you’re leaving tomorrow anyway. Let these guys see what they’re going to be missing out on.”

I get so nervous that I threw up several times and Dusk had to hold my hand tightly to control it from shaking. “Do you want me to be your proxy?” A sly smile was plastered on her face. Mom hit her in the head and scolded her. “That is not helping your sister.” “I’m just kidding Mom.” She laughed. Dusk was obviously over Caleb. But it seems someone was messing up her heart. She hasn’t talked about what happened to her in Japan but I can feel it that it was quite serious. The makeup artist tilted my head and put my lipstick on. “I hope you won’t throw up anymore. You’re so pretty Ms. Dawn.” She said after studying her masterpiece. She had a satisfied smile on her face.

Everybody had an opinion on everything nowadays. I grabbed a headband, tied my hair up in a bun on my face, and went to the bathroom to wash my face before I called it a night. I only paid enough attention to my face to make sure I washed every part, I didn’t really care what I looked like, if I was pretty or not, only that my face was clean and presentable. Once I’d finished, brushed my teeth, and crawled back into bed, I turned off the lamp on my bedside table and turned on my television. I found YouTube and put on an old television program I liked to fall asleep to.

23 days later *Will* I knock softly on her door, my heart racing in anticipation as I wait for her to call out, "Come in." With a gentle push, I swing the door open and roll inside, a grin spreading across my face. "Hi, darling! Happy seventeenth birthday!" "Hi, Will!" Dawn beams at me, her smile lighting up the room. "Thank you! You know, you could have just waited in the living room; I would have been there in a few minutes."