Romans & histoires The Egg And I Novel

Chapter 21 * Marvy's Pov * I groaned lazily as I stretched my arms, trying to fight back sleeping. I jumped up immediately I remembered I would be having a test soon. Oh gawd, I'm dead. I didn't read a thing. I rushed to my bag pack that was lying helplessly on the floor. I brought out my books hurriedly and tried cramming as much stuffs I can into my head. ***

Tia’s head whipped toward him. Cain saw the glow under her belly. “Oh no,” he muttered. “It’s happening.” A bright shimmer spilled onto the stone a smooth, glowing violet egg rolling gently into the indentation. Cain lunged. Tia whipped around, eyes blazing. “DON’T YOU…” Mikan slammed his wing in her path and roared at full volume. The chamber shook. Cain snatched the egg, surprised by its warmth, alive, pulsing, delicate. It thrummed like a heartbeat in his hands.

I was in unchartered territory. "I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?" There wasn't; it just seemed right to offer. "Tell me something good. I don't want to think about this right now." I was hesitant to tell her I'd finally booked a flight to Paris. I hated to come across as insensitive—like I was gaining someone I loved while she lost the same. "Umm, I had an Egg McMuffin for breakfast, and they accidentally put two eggs on it." She giggled on the other end. "Not really what I had in mind, although I'm glad to hear you were able to complete the egg heist of the year from the golden arches."

Violet I flipped the eggs over in the pan, savouring the silence in the house while my eggs sizzled and mentally constructing the next scene for my novel. My laptop was seating beside my mug of tea, the cursor blinking questionably at me, knowing the deadline for my publisher was creeping in and while I was close to wrapping up the book, some chapters still remained and a couple others needed to be rewritten. I turned off the gas and slipped my eggs on a plate, adding crispy bacon, melted cheese and toast before settling down in front of my laptop. While I ate, my phone lighted up to show a message pop up. It was Dominic.

he said. She looked at the notebook. At the underlined sentence. She thought about November. About Thomas Adeyemi Harlow arriving. About a baby who would be born into a house with this frame on the wall and this bread made every Sunday and this story of a man who had written a love letter from Geneva in 1977 that had become the foundation of something that changed how the world understood people who survived things. She looked at Ethan. “Come here,” she said. He came. She kissed him in the bedroom with the notebook in her hand and the Sunday outside and the city below and everything quiet and warm and exactly right.

"Breakfast. I made it for you." "You don't have to do things like this," I said. "Then I'll have to throw it away." He started walking toward the trash. I grabbed it out of his hands. I hated wasting food. He smiled like nothing had ever happened. "Egg and cheese sandwich. I figured you'd like it." I glanced at him. I did like egg and cheese sandwiches. But how would he know that? I hesitated long but said nothing. Robert kept silent too. He tagged along to the site. He must have bribed the workers, for nobody objected to him being there.

They could be making up the entire story just to enchant me into my death. "That's an interesting name. I bet you don't get a name like that without a story to go with it," Aiden says. "I don't know the story. We will find out on the tour. Breakfast ends and with it a sense of urgency to go to my father's library. I find the book that I was embarrassed to read in front of Aiden and pick it up. It's about to get saucy and heavy in my novel that's the way I like it. I read for the next several hours until the lunch bell rings. I set a timer in the kitchen and it's time for me to prepare our picnic.

Inside the dictionary was a white book that looked very familiar—a published erotic novel by TitaAmor07, part of the Big Bird Series. Red quickly picked up the book, his face flushing with embarrassment. Katleya couldn’t suppress her laughter at his reaction. “Psst! Don’t judge me. And don’t tell anyone about this, okay?” Red said, clearly flustered. Katleya didn’t know how to respond. She had initially thought he was studying words, but she was wrong. He was reading an erotic novel. Red moved closer to her. “Psst! Enough. You’re making me embarrassed. I’m just curious about it, okay? It’s popular, so I bought it. But I didn’t know it had so many bed scenes. If I had known, I wouldn’t have b

, she said, moving in circles around the kitchen. She was the friend I never had while growing up, or at least, the one I should have had, instead of Hakim, and I was grateful that she had become a part of my life. As she was brewing the coffee, she took out some eggs and hotdogs, and like a pro, broke the egg using the other egg, and broke the other one with just one hand. “ How do you even do that?” I asked. “ Do what?” “ Break an egg using another egg. Like, why is it that just one egg ends up breaking and not the both of them, and why is it that it is the one that you intend to break that always ends up breaking?”

I wiped flour off her cheek with the back of her wrist, my eyes narrowing at Edric, who stood stiffly beside me like the idea of cracking an egg might bring about the apocalypse. “You’re holding it like it’s a bomb,” I teased him, nudging his elbow as he stared down at the egg with a frown that said he was contemplating war tactics, not breakfast. “I only know how to deal with meats,” I said and studied the egg like there was more to it than just cracking it open and pouring out the contents. “Anything more than that…I’m lost. It’s why I could hardly tell when you poisoned me…unless the poison was something strong.”