You Know That You Nct 127 Novels & Stories

My parents are music professors, and their university is always hosting these music salons and exchange events. But they never took me. After I graduated from college, I was desperate to see what it was like, so I begged my mother for a visitor's pass. She was busy helping my sister Ella fill out an application for one of those concerts, and she cut me off cold: "Everyone attending is a top-tier musician. You can't even read sheet music—walking in there, you'd just stick out like a sore thumb." A few days later, I stood in the freezing wind, listening to the applause rolling out from the auditorium. My sister stood at center stage, performing alongside a bunch of renowned musicians. That nig

she begins. Wade’s hand lifts the remote, not in threat but in trivia. “You will do this. You will memorize the script I give you. You will smile and play your part. Nobody will know it’s theater because the best theater is indistinguishable from truth.” He tilts his head. “And you must keep this between us. Confidentiality. Until it airs.”

"Amel, do you like NCT?" She seemed surprised and look to me. "Aunty you knows NCT?" He approached me with a surprised face. Maybe she's thinking, how come old fashioned like me know the Korean boys group? "You know. Aunt often listens this song because Aunt's boy really likes it. Plays it every day over and over, Until I memorize it!" I explained. I've been contaminated with K-Pop virus, especially NCT. This is because Wisnu, every morning always dances following their practice video. As well as sports, he said. How could my little brain forgot to their vids?

𝑼𝑵𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹: 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. �

He even hit you! "Do you know how much joy it gave me, watching him turn on you? In those moments, I knew I had crushed you beneath my feet. So what if you're the daughter of a casino magnate? You still lost to me!" With that, Ember let out a mocking laugh. Looking at her unraveling like that, I didn't want to waste another word. I turned quickly to leave. But she pressed a drug-soaked cloth over my nose and mouth, and everything went black.

I walked towards my dorm. Every now and then I stretch my stiff muscles because I am tired of working to help the nurse all day. It's been two weeks I haven't gone to campus. The reason is simple, I'm not in a good mood to study. Crazy indeed. .yeah, let's just call me crazy Ella. I chose to spend my time in the monastery -- helping out whatever I could to the nuns, no matter how broken my bones were. Super Junior's No Other is ringing loudly on my cell phone. .Yes, I just changed my ringing tone, it's still Super Junior's song to cheer me up.

At that moment, it suddenly got quiet on the other side. "Who interfers my call?" Lucian's voice suddenly came through. "We don't know, maybe we accidentally connect it to..." There was a sound of footsteps on the other side, and soon the background restored quiet. As I made another call, Lucian answered at once and there came his gentle tone, "What's wrong with my dear Luna? Can't you fall asleep for the thunder?" "I am in a pack council meeting and will come back soon to accompany you and the pup, ok?"

Astrid sat cross-legged on the floor with an array of paper and Post-It notes scattered around her. A marker in hand, she was determined to think of a new content idea that would top her last one. Or at least, officially launch her social media debut. Not like that mess of a make-up tutorial, she thought to herself. Still, Astrid didn’t understand why that worked so well.

“Dont fucken tell me he is the one dude!!” “It’s him”, i said laughing. “You’re Dating Mason Grey?”. I smiled. “Holy shittttt”.

"Now, no overthinking! Twenty questions. Quick fire. I'll start. Favourite colour?" "Okay, I'll bite," he chuckled, picking up a dessert spoon. "Red. My turn. Favourite band?" "The Backstreet Boys," I replied instantly, without a shred of shame or hesitation. "Wow. Really? Okay..." he laughed, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "I can work with that." He pulled his phone from his pocket, tapped the screen, and connected to the smart speaker on the kitchen counter. "Alexa, play 'I'll Never Break Your Heart' by the Backstreet Boys."