Siri Stories Novels & Stories

-Yes, yes Julián, I will wait for you and I hope in God that everything goes as you say, and as you have planned it. -Yes Sara, but we won't be able to see each other during that time. -But can we talk on the phone? -asked Sara crying and then she said: -Because Julian, why does this have to happen to us? -I don't know baby, I don't know, but we have to go on, even with this bump we have to jump over it, it will be hard work, but we are going to do it.

, Talia grinned remembering the events of last night in the public bathroom. The school area was quiet now. It was 7:23 p.m. Students walked tiredly to their hostels, some talking in low voices. While Sira hurried back to her room, books resting on her left hand and her phone in her right hand as she texted, she could hear the sound of the trees' leaves as the wind rustled through them. Suddenly she stumbled into someone, her books falling with a thud to the floor. "Shit, I'm so sorry," she muttered as she bent down to pick up her books. The stranger did the same too, picking some of her books and arranging them in a pile. His dreads spilled out from beneath his hood. Sira looked up at him w

Yet, now, dozens of unread messages had flooded her screen, the notification count still climbing. Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise. Clicking into them, she quickly realized that nearly all of them were about Matteo. "Matteo's seriously messed up. Didn't he get his one true love back? Now that you're gone, he suddenly woke up and realized your worth. Please. What does he think this is, some dramatic novel where the jerk hero gets a second chance?