Stars Do You Like Dem Novels & Stories

“You heard me. I want to know the reason. There must always be a reason for liking someone.” “She didn’t tell you?” I asked. “I want to hear it from you.” “Because she is…” “Pretty? Beautiful? Breathtaking?” Demian laughed. “Tell me something original. Something that makes sense.” “Is it wrong to find a woman all of those things?” “You want something pretty? Get a small animal. You want something beautiful? Get some flowers. You want something breathtaking? Get a painting,” he said. He had a cruel smirk on his face. “Tell me what you like about Sully. What makes her special?”

I am strong, smart, beautiful, and courageous, unlike other girls. I don't even like having female friends, I prefer being with boys. I am one of the boys and that makes me understand men better especially Eros. All these qualities prove that I am the best mate for Eros and I will make the best Luna. Now that my final plan for Demi is in place, there is no way she would survive this. She's going to burn off and after that, I shall take care of her stupid brother later. Getting rid of him would be so easy.

“Sure.” “What do you listen to?” “Taylor Swift,” Lia said without hesitation. "Why am i not surprised?" Damien burst into a laugh as he queued up Cardigan by Taylor Swift. “What does that mean?” she demanded. “Nothing,” he lied. “Say it!” she slapped his arm lightly. “Okay, okay!” he laughed. “You just… you strike me as a girl full of love, even though she’s still trying to figure herself out.” He said it so plainly, so truthfully, it made her chest tighten.

My words eased Sean's anxious, restless mind. He put his arms around me and drifted into a deep sleep. I stared at his strong, handsome features, my eyes hardened. A colleague? He would go stargazing with his colleague, celebrate her birthday, and even take her to an amusement park. Yet, he told me, his wife, that birthday celebrations were for kids. Being let down time and time again had left me completely drained. I would not trust his words anymore. …

" Silently, I looked at her angry expression. "He's gone—gone with the baby." The nurse covered her mouth, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry." I smiled and shook my head, but my gaze fell on Chloe Bennett's latest social media post. In it was a man with a cigarette between his lips. He was shirtless, his sculpted abs illuminated under dim lighting. His head was lowered, one hand unbuckling his belt—impatient, almost desperate. The caption read, "When the earthquake struck, he rushed to me without hesitation. The fireworks in the sky bore witness—from that moment on, we belonged to each other."

The stranger's voice softened as he knelt in front of me. His scarred face close enough that I could see the faint lines of old battles etched into his skin. He reached out, and gently tilted my chin up with a finger. His touch was warm and tender. "Don't let that fool dim your light, You're not trash. You're awesome.”

She added arrogantly. “I don’t really like wasting my time knowing or finding about people that are not that interesting,” Nicholas answered back before even Brianne could. “And please, Mr. Leone will be fine, we’re not that close to being on a first-name basis.” He added that it made Sabrina clench her fist as she stared at him.

She smiled faintly, staring intensely at the star. “I see.” He nodded. “Which one's your favourite?” She asked. “All of them. They're all unique.” He answered without hesitation. “Yes, but if you had to pick one out to keep with you, which one would it be?” She asked. “The brightest one. Like that one.” He pointed at a very bright star and she giggled. “Of course you would choose the brightest one, you attention whore.” She mumbled jokingly, but Darius was close enough to hear her.

"Hmmm, yes, this is Aiden Buckland's... I'm sure you remember him?" She nods her head. Of course, she knows Aiden. She always liked playing dodgeball with him and his big brother, Marc. Steph always had a thing for Marc. Well back in the day, anyway. The Buckland boys were always demigods. The gods blessed them with sexy bodies. "Do you love him?" "Well, we just started dating. I definitely like him a lot." "I'm glad. I can't wait to see him again. I'm glad you have a boyfriend. Brit tells me he's your first?"

I followed behind them, and as soon as we stepped into the lobby, I noticed a link suddenly pop up in our mutual friends' group chat. I clicked on it, only to see a photo of Theodore and Emily kissing splashed across my screen. Accompanying the image was a slideshow of their various moments together. I raised an eyebrow at Theodore, and he cleared his throat, attempting to deflect the situation. "These photos are all photoshopped. Emi and I are just childhood friends," he insisted. I nodded, not bothering to respond further. As I walked into the venue, I realized that the gathering was hosted by Denise Merriweather, the eldest daughter of the Merriweather family.