The Best Yes Novels & Stories

Better than names people pronounced wrongly. "And FYI (For Your Information), Madonna doesn't have any girls. Well, she does actually, adopted so... none as the same color of hair. Besides, who's to judge by that when there's genetics, you know? She may have kids with a black haired man or something." He fist-bumped the air. "I said it! I could tell you were a fan with your firmness and all." "Oh, really?" "Yeah," he said and his eyes were on my body, looking me up and down and if only looks could act, he was going to be one of those Telemundo stars making me feel the passion.

“Bro, what’s the problem, and you seem to be getting tasteless from the girls now?” Roy asked Alexander as they drank wine at a famous nightclub. Alexander drank the contents of his glass before answering his friend. “Do you think the saying that marrying younger or older is hereditary is true?”

Clairol's said while looking at him seriously. It's really true that Claire had an incredible IQ. But it's not always the IQ, there's should an EQ. Clairol can tell that Claire was really a smart kid at her age, but Clairol can't help to be more worried at her. After a week from observing her, Clairol's can tell that Claire is not that too socialize type of person. She fully understand that, but it's not good for Claire to be alone most of the time. She only want for Claire's best and enjoying while studying.

ANASTASIA Who said I’m drunk? I’m not drunk—maybe a little bit—but just having fun. Yes, I’m swaying my hips and shaking my curvy ass under the red-blue light. My body feels so light and hot, but it’s only because of the music and the dancing. I don’t really like being in a club because of the buzzing energy and loud noise, but I thought of trying it for the first time when my brain was almost exploding because of Denver’s cruel silence.

So casual. Like he owned the place. Which, unfortunately...he did. Still, annoying. He chewed. Then gave a single nod. “It’s good. Really good.” I crossed my arms over my chest, trying not to look too pleased. But my lips almost smiled. Almost. He leaned against the counter, then glanced over at me, raising one eyebrow. “Miles better than anything Tiara ever made.” I stared at him. “Tiara couldn’t cook.” “Exactly.”

“She’s not ready, Father. We can find other ways to build alliances without selling her off.” I looked at Killian. He sat perfectly still, pen moving across the report like nothing touched him. But then, *crack*. The pen snapped in his grip. Black ink spilled across the papers, staining everything. His hand didn’t even twitch. His face remained a perfect mask, grey eyes cold and professional. No one else seemed to notice the small destruction under the table. Father waved off my brothers. “Enough. My decision stands. I will choose the best match for the family. Alessia, you will accept it. End of discussion.”

“Why? I mean, he should be her biggest supporter. Why would he choose to be against it?” “I know, right?” he said, letting out a deep, weighted sigh. “He just didn't think it was the best way for her to give back to the world like she's always said. And even if anyone was to do something like that, he didn't think it had to be her.” “So?”

“...be interested in someone like me?” He shrugged, as if brushing the question away before it could land. “But it’s okay…” he continued, that lopsided smile still in place. “At least I can say that… of the few people I’ve kissed… you were the best.” The last words came out quieter, almost swallowed, like he wasn’t entirely sure he should have said them. But they hung there between us, heavy with implication. That was all it took. “Have you ever been with anyone before?” I asked, not breaking eye contact for a second.

this is one of my best moments. Yes it is. Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 . . . . To be continued

Lerisa wondered why she stood in front of the white new Jeep decorated with balloons with Remy. Remy turned to face her and said, "Here's my lovely present to you for accepting to marry me." "Oh my!" Lerisa exclaimed. She jumped up with joy and hugged Remy tightly. "Are you serious? Is this really for me?" She looked so excited. Remy replied, "Yes. You can check out the vehicle. If you don't like it, I can get another model asap."