The Second Story Novels & Stories

They were both uncomfortable, mumbling some excuses. “Just, present her already, let the Celirium know that she is yours. See you tomorrow.” I decided to stop their struggle and leave. Climbing onto my husband which he obviously enjoyed, I waved them a last time as he took us to my new, provisory, house.

I tried to know more the safety zone. Yes. An short immediate response. I don't want to have the same fate as my aunt. She was the other woman of someone. Although they lived together and had a kid, she wasn't secured of her lovelife. I didn't mention anymore my dad who had another woman and ruined our family's life. Do I know your aunt? Sir Dan asked. Probably. She was quite famous during her younger years. Do you know the beautiful lady in Galaxy Cinema House? - . Me texting

Along the way, you'll be shocked to know why I titled Elena's story, THE LUNA'S REVENGE. Volume 2 would be released in a different book here on GoodNovel and the subtitle would be, TWO WORLDS COMBINED. Although, I need your encouragement to write more. With the results I'm getting I'm having second thoughts about continuing this book or just tossing the whole idea in the trashbin.

“Which floor am I?... And which floor am I supposed to be on?” “You are on the second floor and you are supposed to be at the top if you want to watch the campaign and proposal firsthand” He was already moving away. I don't want to watch the proposal. At this point, I think even the dogs know about the love story of Mr Cross. I typed back to Ethan. Second floor I guess. Hold on, I will come get you. I put away my phone and decided to window shop a bit while waiting for him. I kept walking between shelves. The first was labeled Ariana Grande. With a unique kind of bottle on display.

“ That's it, girl! Let's go before Noah disappears with the key.” She opens an old gate all rusty and starts a contest of which part of the building would be the most pitiful to be in. The stairs are veritable smokestacks, and wastebaskets must be out of this world for them to throw almost anything on the floor. Going up each step is a kind of race to reach some oxygen that exists only on the second floor thanks to two broken glass windows. “ The apartment I told you about is there. Mine is on the second floor. It is one of the biggest in the building and I share it with Noah.”

“I'd like that. I don't like the way my mus is staring at me. it's creepy.” I giggled softly. “Mum, Ade and I would like to be excused. We have a school project, so we would be going to my room. Can you please ask the maids to bring some snacks up to my room?” “Alright love. My eyes are on you guys.” Ade laughed. ✍︎✍︎✍︎✍︎ “Your mum is really funny.” “Yeah. I know right?” “I forgot to ask you something. What happened between Christabel and Jeff? It seemed as though they had some sort of bad blood between them.”

The Second Lead is the very first novel that I ever created. I am still an Amateur Writer, and I am so honored to share this with all of you. This novel is based on my love of Japanese Culture, including Anime. Let me introduce the characters. Akira Kaneko- She is a Filipina-Japanese girl who was born and raised in Ibaraki. She is bright and a kind of boyish girl. She falls in love with Inei Mizuki's appearance.

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The question at 1million dollar is; how I became this radical, sceptical, and realistic. The change wasn’t radical it was gradual; it started when i was ten yrs old. We were living happily in our two story building, my parents was minimalist, so our house was very simple. You won't find a picture on our walk or any other decorations. Our story building provide a middle ground between single story and two stories houses, so that potion of the house include a secondary story living area. The extra half is used for additional bedrooms. The master suite and living room have high ceiling, making it airy and open.

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”