Why U So Serious Mga Nobela at Kwento

Soul official account: “Just friends for the time being.” One sentence, one punctuation mark. It's like I'm using all my strength to write.

He looks at me, “You are an Alpha.” I narrow my eyes, watching him wave his arms wildly as he speaks. I have only known him a few days, but that is more than enough to know that this burst of emotion is not characteristic. Still, I don’t much appreciate having my attempts at friendship and civility tossed back in my face like so much dirty bathwater. “Do you want to know how I define serious?” I say in a low, angry voice, “Serious is a man who tells his son he will never be a real Alpha. Serious is a young man with no place to go. Serious is not an overturned vase and a wet floor.”

I was sure that they were inserting the time to send a quick text in between their meetings for me. "You really like them huh?" Kayne asked when he saw my expression as I texted them back. "Yeah, I guess. But you know me, I don't do serious." "You know there's nothing wrong with wanting to be serious, right?" he shrugged but then told me it's just not for him. I laughed and he joins me with his deep manly chuckles.

I sat beside her and her lips pursued in this cute way whenever she's probably annoyed or nervous. Why do you look so serious? It's just a competition. It's not like we've never competed against each other before.' I said 'oh, really? For you it might be just a competition but for me, it's not. I can't afford not to win this.' she replied without looking at me. 'And what if you lose? Will you die? Of course not so....' She interrupted me before I could continue 'I don't know how to handle failure, Uthman. And since this competition doesn't mean that much to you, you can always back off.'

"What does it look like... Like I'm playing, right?" He quirked a brow, his lips curling in a tight sad line, "I know when you are serious and this face right now shows that you meant every word that left your lips but the issue is not about the seriousness but what do we do?" He demanded, his gaze boring into mine for an answer. I stamp my feet on the ground impatiently when rubbing my neck in frustration. I am starting to regret not claiming her right away, who cares about the mother fucking consequences?

I said as he now looked at me with a serious face. "Shut up, will you?" Came his deep voice in a dead serious tone as I just nodded looking down. "Everything is my fault now." I murmured rolling my eyes while bhabhi just motioned me to shut my mouth. I looked at her with narrowed eyes when I heard Zee chuckling, right besides me. "What's so funny?" I asked him with the most annoyed voice. At this point everything is wrong in his system cause he doesn't laugh on funny things but laughs in utmost serious situations.

"W-Who—Winter." "Why do you look so serious, huh? By the way, my interview's already done. It was so fun." "Really? That's good to hear." he simply said. I looked at him suspiciously. "Hey, are you sick? Why do you look so gloomy today? Also, you haven't showed yourself to me for a few days now. Is there a problem?" "Let's go somewhere." "Huh? O-Okay."

Because she didn’t know how to need someone. Not like this. Not like him. She licked her lips, suddenly nervous. “Why do you care so much?” Zayn didn’t answer right away. Then, in a voice so low she almost didn’t hear it, he said— “Because it’s you.” Her breath caught. Zayn’s gaze was unwavering, intense. “Because it’s always been you, Ayesha.” The words settled deep in her chest, wrapping around something fragile and unfamiliar. She should walk away.

he continued, “I don’t know… skydiving?” I blinked. “Skydiving?” “Women like excitement.” “I want to take her on a date, not give her a heart attack.” There was a slight pause before he added, “I just never thought I’d see the day when you’d be this serious about someone.” I narrowed my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Nothing,” he said quickly. “Just that you’re usually focused on more… serious matters.” I sighed. “Goodbye, Daniel.” “Wait—”

I said to him with difficulty. "Are you really serious about your plan? You can still back out, Sofia," he worriedly promised me that I shook my head. "I'm serious, that's why I'm here, right? What are you." I laughed softly because of his appearance now, because it is not paintable. "Come on, this is our plan, right? You're not going to back out, are you?” I asked him. "No, I am just worried." "Don't be."