Novel & Cerita Stories In Second Person

This dіаrу wіll tell thе story of whаt hарреnеd tо mе, Sаrаh Shаw. *Dау Twо: Even in thе ріtѕ оf thіѕ hellhole, there is hope. That’s whаt I hаvе tо hold оn tо. Thіѕ is whу I’m wrіtіng my story hеrе. Thе losers dо not uѕuаllу wrіtе hіѕtоrу; neither dо vісtіmѕ lіkе mе.

"As this brute just said, my name is Scarlet Relezea. I'm a second year from the fashion department." "Ah, I'm Black Vera." I replied. "I'm a second year from the arts department." "You're new here, aren't you?" "Yes." "I knew it. No old student would ever even think about being friends with this wild monkey. I feel so sorry for you, you poor soul." "If I'm a monkey, then you're a gorilla." Crimson passively commented. "Ignoring this useless brute, can you tell me why you need clothes?" "Ah, we're performing at the club recruitment, but I didn't know we had to bring an extra pair of clothes." I replied.

This dіаrу wіll tell thе story of whаt hарреnеd tо mе, Sаrаh Shаw. *Dау Twо: Even in thе ріtѕ оf thіѕ hellhole, there is hope. That’s whаt I hаvе tо hold оn tо. Thіѕ is whу I’m wrіtіng my story hеrе. Thе losers dо not uѕuаllу wrіtе hіѕtоrу; neither dо vісtіmѕ lіkе mе.

I cannot risk my life for the second time. She gave coffee to everyone and came to me. She looked up at me with a beautiful smile, the same smile that once gave me calmness in my heart. I am flattered. I felt like I was melting for that addicting smile. I took the coffee and she went and stood by her mom near the kitchen. I could not peel my eyes off of her. I could see her stealing glances at me. I decided to ask her straight if she is in love with anyone.

I just love writing so much that I keep on updating this story whether I get a hundred views a day or not at all. I know some of you wish a different ending and to be honest, I kind of wish the same too. This is why instead of totally ending the story, I decided to write the second part. I can't wait to share this with you guys. Daddy (Part Two) is now available on GoodNovel and here's the blurb;

Anderson walked out of his room into the creaking corridors of the second floor. The orphanage was a two-story building, and all the bedrooms were on the second floor. It was a very old orphanage, and everything was either very old and barely working or just broken down and collecting dust. Walking down the stairs, Anderson heard and felt it creak, causing him to slow his walk down. Although he knew, or more specifically, remembered that was how the stairs had always been, Anderson felt the memories that he had of his decade and something years he had been in the orphanage felt more like autopiloted than him actually experiencing it himself. It was like a murky layer had been removed from hi

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

“The ‘Second Chance’ narrative is a masterstroke. Diffuses the toxicity beautifully.” I paused, Jade beside me, as the conversation floated toward us on the salt-tinged breeze. “And the girl?” one of the unfamiliar voices asked, a note of casual curiosity that made my skin prickle. “The one at the center of it all. She’s… kept quietly?” “She is my partner,” Ronan’s voice replied, a edge of warning in it. “Of course, of course. A smart move. Humanizes you. Gives the whole initiative a lovely, personal touch. The damsel-turned-advocate. The press eats it up.”

No matter how much I trusted Cassy, that was one thing I could never let slip. I had finished my story some time ago, but Cassy still hadn’t said a word. From her glassy stare I could tell she was speaking with Nix, her wolf. I sighed softly and began nibbling at my nail. I nearly jumped when Cassy suddenly clapped her hands together.

As the ambulance sped away, its siren blaring, the house fell into dead silence once more. I was brought back to the cold, dark night when I was abandoned all by myself, with only the darkness for company. Clutching my head, I crawled up slowly from the floor. No matter how much I relented and how much I gave way, Vivian wasn't willing to let me go. If that was the case, then I was willing to play this game with her.