Softer Novels & Stories

He was about to kiss my hand so I grabbed it immediately. "M-My name isn't Softy!" I said annoyingly. Softy is a brand of popular tissue. What did he think of me? A tissue paper? I smirked at him. "But it suits you. Your hand is soft. Your name is also soft. Maybe your lips are? Can I kiss you?"

Victor let him, wrapping an arm around him protectively. “Mom says you work too much,” the boy muttered. Victor raised a brow. “Oh? And what do you think?” The boy shrugged. “I think you should come home more. I miss you.” Something in Victor’s expression shifted. The arrogance, the cold detachment was gone. In its place was something softer. “I know,” he mumbled. “I’ll try.” Olivia swallowed, a strange tightness in her chest. This wasn’t the Victor she knew. The Victor she knew was possessive, demanding, always in control. But this man? This man was capable of love, of warmth.

I picked the phone up without even looking at the screen to see who was calling. "Please stop calling my damn phone." I said, thinking it was Micheal. "Well damn. What the hell i did to you" asked Kita sounding all hurt. "Girl, I thought you was Micheal cheating ass. He won't stop calling my phone. I can't even get no sleep" Kita paused for a minute, being all dramatic. "Well duh Guh. That's why they invented putting your phone on silent. To silence any unwanted attention." We burst out laughing. Because I never even thought about putting the phone on silent. That is why I love my girls They could bring me out of any dark mood.