Suasana Hati Novels & Stories

But the more She understood, the more She didn't understand why her lover would do things that It should not be done by men to beautiful women like Syamsa, although when Syamsa was unconscious. “It's not that you didn't text me, Brother Qomar. I was angry because of your sweet treatment to Syamsa. You do it behind me, as if you don't know that someone is looking at you. Syamsa is indeed beautiful and attractive. She is able to sedate anyone who looks at her. Syamsa is an idol on our campus, but isn't there the slightest taste that prevents you from kissing her? You already have me. But you don't think about my feelings, ”muttered Sazkia while wiping the tears that started to melt down her fa

The sailor beckoned to him that the passengers were ready, but he raised his palm high. "Find me that singer" he whispered. I was more like the assistant captain, that's if he would make even make me his ally even in his nearest future because we are just like cat and rat, never agreeing on anything. I warned him we had to sail to avoid the storm that would take place sooner, but he replied with an emotional tone. "Am in love and until my missing rib is found…we go nowhere"

"Fine. Go get changed." *** Translations: *nyash: ass. When someone says your father's nyash, its basically your father's ass they're cursing out. *Waka: Its a curse or an insult *No vex o: Don't be angry

Susan grabbed her cell phone and opened the message. - Hi, Sweet Susan. How's Lorenz? Are you alright? Susan sighed, let out a long breath, and looked straight at the massive wall in front of her. "Ah, why didn't your message make me happy, Lala?" said Susan in a sad voice. "You didn't ask how I was. I'm messed up.” Susan typed a reply on her cell phone. - Worse. I guess I am wrong to have a feeling for Lorenz. I even feel it is wrong to force myself to move to the Hayden company.

SERENA’S POV The ride back home is quiet—eerily quiet. Not even Cassidy’s usual sarcastic jabs nor Luna’s soft humming can cut through the tension pulsing through the vehicle. My fingers grip the edge of the seat, knuckles turning white, as I stare blankly out the window. Lucian sits in the front, as still and composed as a statue, his aura unreadable as always. My heart pounds in my chest like a war drum. I don’t even know if it’s fear, guilt, or pure rage and longing coursing through me. Maybe it’s all three—merging and exploding within me like a storm I can’t control.

____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh I'm doin' time It's a real fight But its all right Sometimes I just hate to love you~ Her voice rang in my ear and brought me back from the La La land of my thoughts as she completed the song. I know she is looking at me. I can feel her glare on me.... Her voice held pain, anger, hatred all directed at me..... I looked up when our professor said, "woah that was intense! You so beautifully spoke your emotions with the lyrics! And you