Teks Surat Cinta Untuk Starla นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Argh..... It's not gonna work. I don't like you. I hate love. I don't want to be in love." Star pushed him aside and entered the building. "Be ready tomorrow or I will tell Max about your crush." Star sneered listening to him. She showed him her middle finger and entered inside her apartment. .................

I feel her shiver. She walks ahead of me towards his tomb. She gets on her knees and bows her head. Now when I look at her laying the pure white lily on the smooth white stone there is a sense that life takes and then it gives. Life took him away from me and gave her to me. Blonde, beautiful, kind Star. She looks up at me. “I love you, Nikolai,” she whispers. For the first time ever I open my mouth and say the words. “I love you, Star. I love you.” Tears roll down her face as she nods with happiness.

As soon as she entered, what first hove into her sight was the matte poster of her singing on stage—her eyes squeezed tight at the power of her voice hitting the peak, applauded by the sea of crowd resembling sparkling stars. "Starry Starry Love, Stella's 5th World Tour" was written on top. "Stella," Auyong called. He was sitting on his dynamic chair with his legs stretched out. "From today onward, Kenny will be handling all your schedules." The nerdy guy with that name took several steps forward and smiled at her. "What?" Stella was stunned. Auyong's phone vibrated in silence, and Stella was sure his face turned pale for a second the moment he saw the caller ID. She craned her neck slightly

I was sure that she remembered the whole story as well. "It wasn't over a tampon!" Stella stomped her foot. "Jay was the only guy who was nice to me in school. Because he liked me," she said as if she was trying to convince us of it. "Ours is a love story made in heaven. We are star-crossed lovers who had to get rid of many obstacles to find each other."

I wrapped her in a hug. “I love you, mamma.” “I love you too, piccolo.” Almost 6 months later and a few meltdowns, Nia’s wedding went off without a hitch. The reception, evening party and then it was time to say our goodbyes. We allowed her friends to wish them well first, then it was our tun. “Here, sign this, sis,” Farid called out/ “It’s a pre-nup,” Stefano said from beside her. “I don’t want anyone to think I married you for your money. There are a few clauses in there too.”

Previously, Nara had never given her heart to any man who approached Ivanka. In her mind, Ivanka felt surprised and sad at the same time. why didn't any guy get along with Nara like that before? Why does it have to be a foreign man who is familiar with her daughter. Even now, her own biological father, shuts down communication to protect the hearts of his stepchildren. "Madam, fifty thousand in all!" Ivanka was shocked when the meatball seller broke her thoughts. "Ehh, how much just now?" Ivanka stuttered. "Fifty thousand, Miss!" Repeat again.

“This is your gig. You read it.” “All right. It says, ‘My Darling Daughters: I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there with you for Christmas, but it is beyond my control. Know that I love you and am thinking of you, and wishing I was there. I’ve put together a few items for you as my Christmas present. First is one videotape for you to share. I put it in Pammy’s package. It shows you where I live here, my barracks, that sort of thing. Then there’s a different videotape in each of your packs. On each one, I am reading one of your favorite stories. So now I can read to you any time you want.’”

When he heard the door open, he turned slightly and pulled a folded paper star from his pocket. Once, after we had an argument, we went three days without speaking. The next morning, a paper star appeared in my desk drawer. When I unfolded it, the word sorry was written inside. After that, the stars became his standard apology. Whenever he upset me, he folded one. Sometimes it said "Sorry." Sometimes "Got it." Once, it even said nothing but "Okay." I kept every star in a clear glass jar in the most noticeable spot on my desk. During the second half of freshman year, I joked with him.

A few more containers of moisturizers were still in the already opened box. Okay, Nadia, you can do this. I just had to tell them literally anything. Anything that would sell the damn products. I had got this. As I was about to leave, my eyes caught a piece of paper... Scratch that, a booklet actually. Realizing what the little book was, I walked back to where I initially stood, holding the tiny container of foundation and blush in my hand. Opening the booklet, I began to speak. "Deluca cosmetic luxury soft creme foundation is the fifteenth edition of our prestigious company's line of foundations," I read through but stopped to catch my breath.

I trusted them, but I'm more into Lucas. In a second, Lucas replied to me. From Lucas; Don't worth too much, babe. Stella's with me right now. Text me when you're going home. I love you! I can't contain my emotions. And just smile with a lip bit.