She Comes First Novels & Stories

She would bide her time, grow stronger, and when the time was right, heads would roll. But who should she deal with first?

She is very terrified , she don't know how many things she have to handle first this case then Abeer. Preview:- How can you be so relaxed ?

For the first time all night, she didn’t skip. She walked. Straight. Silent. And still burning.

Because for the first time— She wasn’t just reacting anymore. She was choosing. And whatever came next would test that choice.

That— That’s the first real crack. The first time she admits something isn’t fully in her control. And that matters. More than anything. “Nyxara,” I say, quieter now. “What.” “Come here.” Silence. Tight. Tense. Then— “I said come here,” I repeat, softer—but no less certain. For a moment— I think she’s going to refuse. I expect it. Wait for it. But instead— She moves. Slow. Careful. And then— She’s against me.

He looked at me with a guilty conscience, but behind it there was a pair of eyes that were distant and unwavering. It was the same look that showed on the day I mentioned the divorce. This made his heart sink. He was flustered, as if I really didn't care about him anymore. It was even annoying for me to look at him more than once. In the summer when she was sixteen, a girl promised to be with a boy forever in front of the shining fireflies. The very same girl has let go of the past, and him with it. He wanted to explain, but before he could speak, Ralph asked, "What ritual is she up to again?"

“Why don't you come up first?” “No, no. Let everyone else go first.” She pushed on but I just shook my head laughing. “ If you have nothing to hide, you'll want to come up first so, come up first.” I smiled sweetly at her and everyone watched expectantly to see if she would or she would turn me down again. To my surprise, she got up and walked towards me and the other ladies took their spots behind her. “Just get this over with.” She narrowed her eyes at me.

The world around us seemed to freeze. She was the first to speak. “What do you want? Why are you standing in front of me?”

And she looks at all of them one by one, from top to bottom, and she rolls her eyes like she just judges them so hard. Which somehow shocked everyone more. Did she just?

The latter shrank into Charles' arms the moment she saw me, as if I were some sort of terrifying ghost. In any case, why was she even here? As if he'd read my mind, Charles explained, "She just went through chemotherapy a few days ago, so her immune system's weak. I got her to the hospital because she got a cold two days ago." "Alright," I replied calmly. Not noticing the undercurrent of my emotions, he continued, "I've already signed the agreement for your C-section, so the doctors will come and perform surgery on you in just a bit."