The Empty Pot By Demi Novels & Stories

But today, Demika radiates something altogether uncanny—a power that seems to vibrate in the air around her. "Different how?" Chloe asks, finally breaking the silence. She edges closer, her voice hushed, uncertain. "Demi, what... happened to you?" Demika chuckles, her laughter soft yet brimming with an intoxicating thrill, her eyes gleaming as she holds both Chloe and Selena in suspense. “Where to start?” she murmurs, savoring the weight of the moment. “Since you left me last night, I’ve traveled—traveled far,” she says slowly, her words sinking like stones. “Not just in mind but in time itself.” She takes a deep breath, her expression shifting as she relives the sensations that had gripped

I hide my smirk by sipping the affogato. "Who is this beautiful woman at this table? You seem to be too pretty to eat with these two people, my dear," Gil says. Demi softly giggles. I almost spit the coffee in my mouth. "My name is Demi Cross. You’re the famous CEO of Harpers Entertainment, right?” I sighed. "Then why don’t you guys eat together instead? This is a stranger woman, actually," I stated. Gil keeps his eyes on her. Demi, stand up. "I guess you’re right. Why don’t we talk to each other over a cup of coffee?"

Contrary to Alastair who is jolly and outgoing. "Bro, can you please get these dishes," Alastair said, handing out a tray with only pork barbecue already cooked. Demie immediately looked at it. He quietly took the tray from Alastair and returned to the former position. While her Aunt Kareen had noticed what she’s doing. "What's the matter, Demie?" her aunt Kareen asked, fanning the burning charcoal. Demie sighed, decided to ask about Sandro. "Is sweet- I m-mean, Sandro is really that quiet?" Demie almost utter the endearment she heard from Alessandro. Fortunately, only the two of them were there.

Darcie asked, bumping my shoulder with hers in friendly greeting. “I wish,” I said, taking another sip of coffee. My coffee pot was still broken, so I was enjoying a latte from the coffee shop on my way. “I'm not one hundred percent certain he wasn't just a figment of my stressed out imagination.” “Oh, he was real all right,” Darcie assured me. “And so were those potatoes last night. I think they must have used real cream to get them so good.” I laughed, shaking my head. Books and food were that girl's passions. Together we stood in line to get on the elevator up to our respective floors. “I'm fairly sure they put crack cocaine in them to make them that good—oof!”

After hours of work, Evangelina's stomach began to growl so loudly that Demetrio could hear it. "Are you hungry, Miss Anderson? Looks like you got a lion in there," he said and closed the laptop. Eva smiled nervously as she looked down, a little embarrassed. "Haber, why don't you prepare me something delicious?" the very cool one said to her, leaning back from the couch. Eva looked at him with a raised eyebrow. What's wrong with him, she thought without answering, trying to calm down. "Sorry, I don't think I have anything to offer you, he still hasn't collected the first payment and the pantry is empty," she said apologetically.

Her perfect slender body was eye-catching, walking towards the stage, she sat down holding a mic near her mouth, she said, "Good evening everyone, thank you for joining us here, as you already know why you're invited here, let's not waste any more time and let me introduce myself, I'm Sid ZouMing, the President and designer of 'Me&U'." The soft voice surrounded the entire silent hall, leaving again the audience dumbstruck for a while. That voice was, so soft like music ranged in everyone's ears. Truly rumors can't be taken seriously, but will they don't?

I need to be strong for when Demi wakes up. So, I force myself to eat, even though my taste buds feel numb. After the meal, I head to my room. When I open the door, a wave of emptiness suddenly kicks in. The room is fully furnished, but it still feels empty. With every step I take, my heart becomes heavier. Demi's scent. Demi's belongings. Her voice in this room. I blink and shake my head. No, I can't loser. She will be okay. I walk to the balcony. I want to enjoy the view, but I can't. Darkness has already taken over. A cold breeze hits my skin. I just stand there. Deep in thought. For a while until I decide to take a shower.

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Turns out, he was just clocking hours at his other home. So I waited. Sat there in the living room, stone-cold calm. Neil came back just in time. "Babe, I brought you those pastries you love." He dangled a box from Bellmont's Bakery. Inside were their famous egg tarts. I glanced at the box and met his gaze. "Neil, we need to talk." "What's up?" He sat next to me, sliding his arm around my shoulders. The faint smell of her clung to him. I smiled. "Let's get a divorce."

I stepped closer, resting my hip lightly against the counter. “Didi,” I repeated softly, as if testing it. “That’s nice.” She smiled a little wider. “What are you making?” I asked, peering into the pots as though genuinely curious. Okay, I was a little curious and hungry. Her shoulders relaxed. “Pot purée. White rice and peas with caramelised onions and chicken sauce. Lasagne. Baked chicken for later.” My eyes widened, and I nodded with reluctant admiration. “That all sounds incredible.” “Thank you,” Didi replied, clearly pleased.