Novel & Cerita Shikaku Nara Mati

Sally's POV She hummed before continuing. "You can take rejection back, only if you are 100% ready to take it back. Like you are sure that this is what you want. So if that is the case, then repeat the words 'I, your name, take back the rejection of his name' because you are withdrawing the rejection, completing the statement with 'And accept him as my mate.' She looked glum as she was instructed to reverse the action. "Easier said than done. The failure of this process is once you declare your reversal in denial..." She hesitated, wary of what she would say. "You will lose someone you love dearly."

The room around me faded away, replaced by the image of Adrian's betrayal. As my stepmother’s scolding subsided, I nodded, feigning contrition. It was a masquerade I had become adept at. I had perfected my skills at hiding my True emotions. at faking submission so that I could get myself out of these lectures. All that my stepmother cared about was seeing me broken and beat and. seeing my spirit completely crushed. and it was quite easy to give her that.

I'm slipping in and out of darkness. The last thing I see is the malicious grin on Mr.Luca’s face. You there Nara? Just whisper if you can hear me. Are you okay? Nara!!!

he whispered loud enough for me to hear him. "Who told you that?" I enquired shocked. **Flashback** "You did..." "...Check mate means game over in the game but check mate in real life means your life has come to an end. My end is coming soon and I have a lot of debts I need to repay. Life is tough, but you have a talent, one that can lift you up and into the life of luxury." I laughed to myself, "Daniel, let me explain something to you." I looked up and saw my feathery friend approaching, I raised my left hand which was protected by a raptor glove offering a spot for landing.

"...This is actually a second-grade elementary school tree-planting problem." Takuto stared at the board in disbelief. "Wait... what?!" On the cover of his homework notebook, Takuto wrote, "Warning: This product (referring to himself) has temporarily lost its commercial judgment ability due to a dimensionality reduction strike." Matsumoto would never know how close he came to meeting the true financial mind of Takuto Kimura.

Riki said “If you changed sex for a day, what would you do?” Sasha read. “I will become a womanizer!” They laughed. “Bloody hell! You’re going to beat me, Sasha!” Matt said, laughing “I just want to know why Matt is obsessed with it!” Sasha once laughed out. Matt just shook his head. He took wooden blocks and made them fall. “It’s broken,” Ashlee said Matt laughed. Matt’s already returning the Jenga blocks to their box. Gaby looked at Clark. His two elbows are on his thigh, and his head is on his two hands.

He folds his hands behind his head then leans backwards into the grass watching the clouds go by. “My Mate? What if she is my mate and she just didn’t see it yet?” Ezra looks questioning over to his friend who is trying to stay as calm and relaxed as he can. “Believe me Ez, if she was your Mate, you would know. It hits you and all out of a sudden only she matters to you. Everything and everyone else becomes unimportant. You see the World in a different light. She is what keeps you breathing even when you feel like there is nothing left to live for… Her pure existence keeps your world from falling apart.” Nero closes his eyes to keep himself from falling apart.

He had so many questions, so many things he wanted to say to her. Matteo leaned both hands on the edge of the dresser, head lowering. “She looked at me,” he whispered to the empty room. “As if she had seen a ghost.” He swallowed hard. “To her, I am.” He inhaled shakily. He hated the tremor. Yakuza did not shake but Nana made him human long before the clan ever tried to carve humanity out of him. He lifted his head, jaw set. If she was alive, if she had survived the hell of the auction—

Nara was a foolish girl…a completely clueless, naive lowlife. When Jared first brought her into this house, I thought no one could possibly surpass his dead wife, Anna, in stupidity. Anna had been soft and easily manipulated, but Nara? Nara had just handed me her own head on a silver platter. She didn't question a single thing I said. She just swallowed my insults, took the bait, and ran with it. I turned around and walked over to a completely different corner of the large study. I brushed my fingers against a seemingly decorative wooden molding on the bookshelf and pressed a hidden release button.