Sharing Her Novels & Stories

she added. She smiles sweetly again, get something from below her—still not revealing it into the camera. “Right now, Jacob wants me to share his life story with you. So before I start hopping into his diary,” she said and shows a green average notebook, “Please like and subscribe to my channel—click the notification bell to see my newest videos—then again, welcome to——“ she said with a jolly tone as she pause for awhile. “The Heart Warmer...” she said as she fixes her microphone and looked directly into the eyes of the man in front of her.

“You’d get the satisfaction of sharing your story, that’s what you’d get.” I snorted. “Except I don’t give a fuck about sharing my story.” “Yes, you do,” she countered, pointing at me as her eyes lit over the fact that I’d basically just admitted who I was. Eagerly, she shifted closer. “Everyone wants to share their accomplishments with the world.” “Not about this, I don’t.” “I’ll make sure it hits the front page,” she crooned with a teasing grin that made my dick throb with need. Damn, even the way her mouth curved was more than I could take.

she can only overcome it and that other than accepting it she does not have any choice. " you can use it you know, it would not say no to you, " he said as Shaina chuckled. she used it again before she murmured a small thank you to him. " jab dard kaha na jaye toh khud se hi baat lena chahiye, zindagi ke har modh par koi hume share dene nhi aayega but only you have to pick yourself up... " he said with a small smile. ( when you can not say your pain you should share it with yourself, every time In life it is not important that someone will be beside you to pick you up)

Even though Vihaan and Shana were not on talking terms, Vihaan made sure to pass all the necessary information to her through Erina or Vansh. Keeping the phone back, she moved toward the closet when her gaze fell on her favourite black jogger. And, the flashes of the incidents of the kitchen passed in front of her eyes. The blushes were evidence of the embarrassment she had faced knowing the fact Vihaan had come to know about the periods. She might be an extrovert, but she had never shared the details of her periods with any of her male friends. For her, it was personal and something she could only share, with the person she loves.

“ So what you are trying to say is that she is a shareholder in this company. I don’t get it. How is that possible because from all that I know , no one decided to leave or sell their shares , so you have to tell me how that happened . Ethan looked at me, then smiled and then looked smiled at me and took his hands softly into his staring directly into my eyes . “When my wife died , her shares were left behind and she told me that , I should give her part of the share to the next woman that I would marry and that was her parting gift to me and so now that I have finally decided to remarry , I have decided to give the shared to my new wife whom is seated down here and that only means that she’

“I’m so sorry but right now, I can’t. For security reasons, I’m unable to share my number with anybody other than my husband.” “Oh.” She responded, looking disappointed, and I began to feel bad. “Maybe we can exchange emails or something. Or you could tell me where you work. I can come and meet you.” She brightened at my words and nodded. “That sounds like a great idea.” We exchanged emails and she clapped. “Just so you know, I’m an avid texter, and I’ve been told I disturb people a lot.” I cocked my head and she laughed. “Just the people I like, so I have a rule. You can always tell me you’re tired of me. I give a day to rest.” She said and we both laughed.

SUMMARY I have a secret. I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ve never told her. Sharing feelings is right up there with all-time terrible things. Instead of saying it, I show her how I feel every day. I watch Big Brother with her. We have scary movie night. I hold her hair when she’s puking. That’s love in my books. Only…she’s not been the same recently, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hope she knows I'd do anything for her.

she said gently, "but think about it this way—if someone gave you more than you could ever need, and someone else had nothing, would you just hoard it all? Let it rot?" I blinked at her, chewing on that thought like it was something bitter and foreign. Her hand on my chest moved, fingertips brushing against my shirt as she spoke again. "Kester, it doesn't take anything away from me to let them have a little. And it makes them happy." I looked away. "Yeah, well... I don't do that. I don't do friendly. I don't do sharing is caring speeches. That's not how I'm wired." "I know," she said. "That's why I want you to go give the rest of the food to them."

“You can share if something is bothering you” What good will it give me by sharing my feelings with her? She is his sister why would she do something otherwise? “I am pregnant,” I told her and closed my eyes. I do not know what her reaction is going to be. “What?” “You heard it flora,” I told her. She was shocked. She tried saying a word but gaped like a fish. Even though I was sad in my heart I laughed. Her expression made me laugh. “Is it true?” “yes”

She said and I crashed my lips to hers. This girl is mine.. always be mine.. always will be mine.. everything is mine.. I don't share won't share will never share.. From now on.. SHARE will be erase from my dictionary of life