Story Kecewa Novels & Stories

"The title is I Know You Want Me. The gossip of this story is based on your experience." "What? Who said that?" "I don't know, I've only heard from rumors that are circulating. If it's true, you really have the heart to me, Aiden. You're so cruel! Even though I want it too, hehe." "Stacy, that's not true! Don't listen that and don't even read stories like that. Do you understand? It's been a while? Good night." Aiden took a deep breath, his heart pounding. For a moment great worry attacked his mind. In addition, this afternoon's incident with Mr. Banana made his frustration even higher. To be tricked like that, it's really very embarrassing.

CHRISTABEL'S POV. School without Amara today was really boring. I didn’t even think that I’d miss her so much. Her mum just had to punish her for almost kissing a guy. He almost kissed her not the other way round. Nawa. What is the difference? They almost kissed each other jare. I was already so pissed because I have been sitting here for almost two hours, waiting for my driver. He was meant to be here since. I sighed in annoyance for the umpteenth time. I’m going to have to speak to my Dad about this. It’s really annoying sitting her like a lost puppy.

My frustration turned into a torrent of tears as I collapsed onto the ground, unable to contain my emotions. As I sobbed, I confessed, "Cade rejected me as his mate. I know I'm not supposed to tell you this, and I'm not seeking sympathy from you either. I just can't go back after what you did. He will never believe me, and Cade is my living hell." The weight of my words hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the torment I had endured.

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“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

She felt a pang of worry in heart, married for two years without a child has been her problem, She loves babies but they couldn't make them, she only thought the problem was from her. And because of that, they visited many hospital in state but they kept hearing the same result and story. The problem is not from any of them, they just need to wait for the time. The right time is what they are waiting for. She pulled fawaz into a hug forgetting about his mother standing behind them . "Erm. I am standing here"Khadija reminded . "Sorry, come in". They went straight to the kitchen where she placed fawaz on top and passed him a plate of cake. "You are actually spoiling this boy "Khadija accused.

“The ‘disappointing success.’ Want to elaborate? Or is it too soon for tragic backstories?” I hesitate. The cold silence from my family is still a fresh wound. But there’s an openness in him, a lack of judgment, that invites confession. I don’t tell him about my preference for younger men—that secret is too core, too vulnerable. But I tell him about Charles. About the pressure. About saying no. “They think I’m insane,” I finish, staring into my tea. “Trading security for… well, for this.” I gesture around the studio, at him.

"How it feels to be happy, if sad only don't know how to feel." - Indonesia Film - NKCTHI (Nanti Kita Cerita Tentang Hari Ini - Later We Story About Today) *** Kelvin forces Reya to come home immediately, despite the woman who continues to refuse. But Reya doesn't need to make other people care if in the end everyone just feels sorry for his current state. Reya hates the feeling, she just wants to make herself happy but always fails. Over time, she can get very frustrated with himself.

Mehak gets shocked because Ibrahim didn't remember anything she says. Did you forget that I write stories on social media?what jaan, what kind of joke is that? Tell me honestly, Ibrahim I m telling you honestly,Ibrahim was about to say something he gets faint again, mehak calls the Dr, and Dr says I told you already don't give him stress he will die if he takes stress, mehak started cries hearing this,Dr goes from there and sameera says mehak what to said to

To him, I was nothing. "Why?" I whispered. "Why do this to us?" "Because 'The Old Mess' is a great story, Kaima," she said, standing up. "And people pay a lot of money to feel like they’re part of a great story. But now, the story is over. It’s time for the analysis." They led me down a hallway that seemed to go on forever. It was filled with rows of tanks—thousands of them. Some were empty; others held wolves, children, and elders. All of them were sleeping, dreaming of worlds that didn't exist.