Novel & Cerita Thirty Something Series

Then she covered her face with her pillow. “This is going to be a disaster.” Across the hallway, Nate stared at his phone. In another apartment, Ilyas did the same. Three people. Three hearts. And three different secrets. But secrets rarely stay secret forever.

Ethan bought it, and they continued talking, but Ethan noticed that Caspien was avoiding all his questions about Shaun and his other friends. Caspien was just telling him about Arkin, his career, and the bar they went to yesterday, as well as his experience there. Ethan had enough of it. He could feel how Caspien is holding back, and he kept rambling on about random stuff. That didn't sit well with Ethan.

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

"Earlier." "I can smell it on you from here." She sits. Wraps both hands around her own cup. "I'm not going to tell you to stop. You're thirty four years old and you'll do what you want. I'll simply look at you the way I'm looking at you now every time I smell it." She looks at me. Well, It is a very specific look. I became immune to most human expressions of disappointment approximately fifteen years ago. My mother's is the exception.

"Hi, it's my pleasure meeting you. Thomas said a lot about you." Laughing at him, she answered, "what did he say? "....erm, Paul. Do you have a friend that works in a nice company?" "Yes, I do," he answered, sipping the juice from his glass. "Do you know if there are vacants seats for workers?" Thomas asked again. "I think so, why do you ask? You are already working, aren't you?" He asked, confused at his friend's questions. "Giselle has been jobless for more than three months," he explained to Paul.

“Contracts can be negotiated. Terms can be changed. I don’t want this to be a series of one night stands unless you can be my one night stand forever. Please Ally, we’ve already lost three years…” _____ [Three and a half months ago] My phone buzzed. It was Ariana, inviting me out to lunch. “Hey Girlie! Are you free for lunch? We’re meeting at the burger spot near campus.” There was a gentle knock on my door. I sent her a quick text back just as my door opened. “Boss, bad news,” my enthusiastic assistant, Dani, stormed in with a stack of documents tucked close to her chest. “We just lost Jasmine Grey.”

Adrian Cole was very handsome. The thought surprised her. I was still focused on her hair. Completely unaware of the storm in her mind. Liana suddenly felt heat rise to her face. Her chest felt tight. Before she could understand why she felt that way, she stepped back quickly. “I… I need water.” She grabbed the glass on the table and drank quickly. I did not react. Instead, I stepped away and sat down. “We will start living together from tomorrow,” I said. “For the next three months.”

Whether it was guilt that had haunted her for decades or the hardships she had endured along the way, the years had clearly left their mark. "Liam." As if she were admiring the long-awaited reconciliation between father and daughter, Sheila finally spoke from where she stood nearby. She had aged badly. Her hair was completely white, and her hands trembled constantly. Anyone who saw her might have guessed she was eighty. In reality, she had only just turned sixty-five. "You're still as handsome as ever. You've suffered for all these years." In Sheila's eyes, I was still the man she once loved. She looked at me with affection.

“Not in a million years.” Remi chuckled mischievously, like he knew something I didn't. His gaze never leaving mine, he replied, “Well, we'll see about that.” But it didn't matter what he did or didn't know. I gave up on women a long time ago after Shirley. I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. I just had to get through the next 30 days, secure that business deal with our investors, and then everything will return to the way it was.

I could drop dead any second. All I cared about was my dad's broken ring. I scooped up the black shards and tucked them into a velvet box. Didn't matter how I tried to fix it—some things just don't go back. *** Three months into treatment, Lorenzo still found me. Guess Elisa caved. Lorenzo looked wrecked—scruffy, red-eyed, all that cold mafia polish worn down to something raw. "Chiara..." he croaked from the doorway. I stayed leaning on the headboard, voice barely there. "The engagement's off. We're just history now. What do you want?"