Novel & Cerita Tapi Bukan Aku

Napairap ako at hindi maiwasang mangiwi. Feeling mga kontrabida naman ‘tong mga ‘to. I’m not going to live like I’m the main character in this world but I definitely won’t act that way either. Hindi ko naman bayad ang inaapakan kong lupa. Baka lamunin ako sa kahihiyan.

Everyone must be afraid of death, there are only those who are ready whenever they will die. "Wait!" I suddenly spoke, while looking at Joshua. I admit defeat this time, and am a little annoyed that Joshua still doesn't put the thing down. As if waiting for the continuation of what I just said. “I—I don't know anything, why do you even want to do this to me?” Shit, this time I really bragged incorrectly.

He never liked me and it was only me that was crazy in love with him. My friends are not even mine. It was all an act, an illusion. Which I led myself to believe. Not anymore. I took a deep breath to stop the coming tears. I could not cry a single tear on such a mean person. “ He is an asshole.” a voice said from behind me and I panicked. The owner of the voice was Tristan Erickson. His family is new in town but fairly well known. We don’t run in the same circles but we worked together on one project he is fairly nice.

"But you're not my mother." ***

Aiyoo. "Beb, sorry .. Aku ter....bangun lambat.” “Banyak lah kau punya ter.. tu. Semalam mengata aku bukan main lagi... seronok betul ya. Sekarang ni,tak nak tarik balik ke apa yang kau cakap tu?" "Aku lambat.. Tapi tak adalah sekerap kau. Selalu aku yang tunggu kau tau!.."

Lucian managed to whisper, his voice a gravelly, broken rasp that scraped against the quiet of the mansion. "Then what is this?" Mira demanded, her eyes searching his face, her panic shifting into profound bewilderment. "I've lived by your side for a century, Lucian, and I have never seen your anatomy reject itself like this. What did you encounter out there in the city?"

Pov Samantha. My cheeks are hot from the discomfort I have. I frown as I search for the three folders with the help of my secretary from the three years, I've been a manager. Fernando, he in his maximum arrogance, has made a fool of me in front of everyone, and although I confess that it was my fault for pretending that I didn't know him, it bothers me that he is so cruel to send me to look for the printed folders, when with only a code, and a little time, he can enter the virtual files, (Everything here is supposed to be robotized.)

I don't feel humiliation. I feel that same pull, quiet and patient, sitting right where it was last night. "This is insane," I whisper. "Probably." "I don't even know you." "No," he agrees. "You don't." "Yesterday I had a mate. Today I have a bag packed to leave my whole life behind and a strange Alpha telling me the universe picked someone new for me before the last rejection even finished bleeding." Something shifts in his face, the first real crack in that careful stillness. "I'm not asking you to accept it right now. I'm asking you not to run from it before you've even looked at it straight on."

“I'm not Eliora.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

Their eyes snap back into reality and they lock eyes with me. "Your a human. Meaning you can easily get hurt and you can't take pain. You can't fight in a war made for werewolves, you wouldn't last a minute. You won't be able to help us, you can't protect yourself, less a pack. You aren't fit to be a Luna. You aren't fit to be.."