Tell Us About You Mga Nobela at Kwento

I told Honey on the bed: “I want to tell you, Honey, who I am. Will you listen? I know you will! But why do I ask? Is to ask a doubt? Will I not be convinced about your emotions for me? Let me speak to you with rhythm. That’s me! I have written what I want to tell you, and I will speak loud, clear, and bold. Thank you once again for being a listener to me.”

she said angrily and the whole class started laughing at me . ----- Hey everyone I wanted to ask what are your hobbies? (I just want to know my readers so yeah...) Mine is Reading, writing story, writing poem, acting, cycling and workout sometimes🤙🤐 kind of useless I know... 👀✨

I said, though my voice came out softer than I intended. "Sooo..." Robbie tilted his head. "I'm not sure if we're close enough for me to ask yet, but... can you tell me more about yourself? Doesn't have to be anything big. Maybe just things you like or don't like? Things you're curious about?" I swallowed. "I like this tea," I said, holding up my cup. "It smells nice. Other than that... I've never actually thought seriously about what I like. So I honestly can't tell you."

He knew her well enough to know exactly what her expression meant. “There’s a war coming.” Layla spoke the words that the other version had told her. Eric and Brea stiffened, and Nicholas rose to his feet, he stepped closer to his daughter, and all the wolves listened carefully as Layla began to tell them the story, she herself did not want to believe.

“You don’t know anything about me.” “Oh, no? Would you like me to go through where you went to school, the fact you graduated with honors while holding down a full-time intern position? Or would you like me to talk about how proud your mom and dad are of you, your little brother opting to become an attorney because of your success? Or maybe you’d like to tell me all the fascinating details about growing up in Hawaii. Your dad was in the Navy. Wasn’t he? Then he was promoted, transferred to Washington. I bet you hated leaving your tropical paradise.”

he spoke softly, looking me in the eye. "I wanted you to know that if we were dating, I don't know what your favorite color is, your favorite food or even your middle name.. I want to know those things, I want to know that the first time you broke your arm while you were riding a bike.. I want to know about Your nightmares To be able to cuddle you and make you feel safe..I want to know the troubles you're going through to help you unravel your secrets...I want to know if there's a voice in your head telling you that you're not good enough, because I swear you're good enough for yourself...I want to know about the first A tattoo of yours, that scar on your back...I want to know about your fir