Who Not How Novels & Stories

Not yet. Not ever.

Does he not want a child? __________________________________

Their family was already appearing interesting to him. “Okay then. I'll ask your mummy, if it's necessary. But then, how did you hack into Jeniva Manor's conversation and make it go viral?” Lan asked, his voice stern and he looked serious. The boys turned and exchanged glances with each other. How did this uncle know about it? Did Grandma and mummy tell him already? “She hurts mummy and we…” Nathaniel was saying when Nathan covered his mouth with his little palm. Nathaniel immediately stopped talking.

He painted her not as a villain, not as a delicate woman going crazy but as someone cornered, hunted, surviving against odds. She sat there, stunned. This wasn’t the smirking bad boy from the ward. This was a man who knew how to cut with words instead of fists. At one point he glanced back at her. Just a flicker. Like a private thread between them. Her breath hitched. When he sat back down, she whispered, “Who are you?” He didn’t look at her, just started jotting notes. “Told you. Zipper Cole. You really should pay more attention.”

Made the news he screenshot earlier before the news disappeared a few minutes ago. Key looked at the news, and just sighed. He clearly knew that all kinds of news about Aldo would be explored very quickly. Like now, that headline alone made netizens and Net citizens want to find out who the girl was "CEO OF GH-GROUP WITH WOMEN!" Key repeated reading the headline again. The news with Aldo's picture covering his face is clearly photographed d

who the heck are they? ***

Sharp. "How do you know?"

Not to anyone. Not yet.

“Why not?” ^~^

"Why is there women's underwear in the guest bathroom trash?" Troy froze. Panic flashed in his eyes. "That... I don't know. I'll ask tomorrow. Maybe Margaret tossed it by mistake." Margaret. The housekeeper. "She's over sixty. Why would she wear something like that?" "I—" He scrambled off the bed, trying to explain, coming up with nothing. Then his phone rang—sharp, urgent. He picked up. Two sentences in, his face changed. He ripped off the cat ears, grabbed a coat, and headed out.