"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Adams." My body stiffened. Slowly I turned around just to see Mr. Parker standing in front of me with hands in his trouser pockets. I bit my lip. I thought he would be angry but when I looked at him. His face showed no emotion. He then started walking towards me I moved back. This continued until my back hit the door. Then he placed his one hand on my side, leaning forward, close to me. "What was rule number three Miss Adams." His face was extremely close to mine my breath got hitched. I couldn't answer his question why? Because I was more focused in the distance between us. "I asked you something Miss Adams." He said again. "T-That t-there a-are prohibited areas i-in the house where I shouldn't g-go." "It seems like you remember the rules. This room is one of those prohibited areas. So, from next time think before you put yourself into trouble." I just stared at his eyes. I was lost in those pair of sea-coloured eyes. No other guy has ever affected me this much as Mr. Parker. I get nervous around him. I don't know what this feeling is but this feeling is different. A feeling that I have never felt for anyone. "Understood?" he said again. I nodded. "Yes Mr. Parker." ***************** Liam Parker, 25 year old billionaire. Arrogant, handsome, ruthless, the only thing matters to him is his son and his work. Bella Adams, 24 year old simple and bubbly girl, who lives with her Nanny in an orphanage. What will happen when Bella comes as a babysitter of Liam's son? Let's find out in the story.....

تأتي متاعب الحياة بطرق مختلفة بالنسبة لكل شخص، نجد أنفسنا محاصرين بآلاف القيود الفكرية والمادية التي دائما ما تبقينا حبيسي أنفسنا ومنطقتنا الخاصة، لكن هناك من وُلِد ليكون حرّا وليتمرد على سلطة الحياة وقواعدها. فيوليت دي لاروش كانت هكذا، متمردة تهوى الحرية، لكنها لم تكن بمفردها التي تحمل هذه الروح الصاخبة، إنما هناك دائما منافسها وندّها الذي لا تحتمل ولا تتقبل وجوده في حياتها، آريس بلاكويل. في عالم يزيّن المال كل زاوية منه، كل شيء يلمع ويصرخ بإسم الثروة، فيوليت وآريس وجهان لعملة واحدة، لا يرغب أي منهما سوى في سحق الآخر وتجربة طعم النصر والحرية بمفرده.

He learned early that hunger doesn't always mean food. Sometimes, it's the silence of an empty room... the absence of a voice calling your name... the feeling of standing in a crowd and still having no one. By day, he is just another student-quiet, unnoticed, chasing marks and a dream he isn't sure he can afford. By night, he carries a delivery bag heavier than it looks, walking past bright homes that were never meant for him. He doesn't complain. He doesn't expect. Because life has already taught him-nothing stays. Until one door opens... and someone looks at him not with pity, but with warmth. For the first time, he is asked to stay. For the first time, someone waits for him. For the first time, "home" doesn't feel like a distant word. But when you've lived your whole life believing you don't belong anywhere... accepting love can be the hardest thing of all. Maybe some people aren't born into families. Maybe... they find them.

Okuldaki herkesin shiplenebildiği bir site kuran Hilal, bir süredir platonik olduğu çocuğun ismini siteye eklemez. Site okulda fazla popüler olmaya başlayınca bu durum çocuk tarafından da fark edilir ve kızın anonim hesabına yazar. "İsmim Hilal bu arada, küçük olmayan Hilal. Ben seninkini biliyorum ama usulen yeniden söyleyebilirsin." "Peki Hilal, küçük olmayan Hilal. Ben Pars Ege ama arkadaşlarım genelde bana Yener der." Modern Külkedisi Masalı.

bl story | completed mico & jax

Jaxian Drex "Jaxie" Malverez is the savage, pink-leather-clad drummer of Auxeria High, an openly gay rockstar whose life is a masterpiece of sharp edges. His world is governed by a meticulous order where only his music and his attraction to men have a place, leaving no room for the "maarte" drama of the female species. Kaelira Vynne "Kae" Castellano, the soft, jolly, and hopelessly naive transferee from Europe, is the walking violation of his peace and the ultimate distraction to his focus. But when her "conyo" charm and constant habit of getting into trouble trigger a fierce, possessive protectiveness in Jax, his carefully constructed identity begins to fracture. The heart he swore only beat for boys now thunders uncontrollably for the girl he deemed too slow, too messy, and too irritating to ever notice. Is Jaxian's rhythm as fixed as his savage reputation, or will he let a girl be the one to finally break his setlist? What happens when the ultimate annoyance becomes the only music loud enough to drown out his own rules? Second Book of Prism Series. Dual Point of View.

لا استبيح النقل او الاقتباس و اخذ الفكرة او ماشابة

حسابي بالاستقرام r_55shog

- كِلانا نَحتاج ملاذًا لنتمسَّك بِه يا ديلان. - ماذا عَن أَنْ يَكون الحُـبّ هُـوَ مَلاذُنـــا؟ | لَم تكنْ سافانا جوشْ كسائرِ الفتيات؛ بل كانتْ تسيرُ في محطاتِ حياتها دونَ غاية تتعلقُ بها، أو وجهٍ تستمدّ من عينيهِ النور. غيرَ أنّه، في اللحظاتِ التي تُصفع أيامُها بظلامِه، ينقلبُ مسارُ الأمورِ كليًّا. ديلان كارتر، بدا لها ذاكَ الفتى المتكبرُ البارد، الذي يُخفي خلفَ عينيهِ العسليتينِ مشاعرَ يُستعصى قراءتُها. وكانَ هو أيضًا يُدركُ في قرارةِ نفسِه أنها ليستْ كمن مرّوا عابرين، بل تلكَ الغامضةُ المُتمردة التي أسرتْ قلبَه دونَ أن يجرؤَ على البوح. وبينما كانَ الجفاء والبغض يشكلان الجدارَ الظاهرَ لعلاقتِهما، تهاوى ذلكَ الجدارُ على غرّة، وحلَّ مكانَه شعور آخرُ وُلدَ من سببٍ مبهم، جاعلًا سافانا تخابِط صراعٍ مع ذاتِها، تُرددُ في سرِّها أنها قد تكونُ وجدتْ ملاذَها الوَحيد. જ⁀➴°⋆ - إنْ كانتْ عيناكَ سجني، وأضلعُكَ قيودي، وحضنُكَ معتقلي، فلتسقطِ الحرية. - بدأتْ في ٥ نوفَمبِر ٢٠٢١.

In the past, where i belong. راڤين دومًا ما كانت وحيدة لا تُصادق أحد أو تُخالط أحد، ماضيهـا لا يجعلهـا تملُك الشجاعة لِفعل ذلِك، ولكِن عِندما تضطر للاختلاط بمجموعة ريڤا هـل سيظل الحال كما هـو؟ مجموعة ريڤا التي لطالما تحدث عنهـا طُلاب ثانوية سان بوردو، هـل لهـا مُستقبل معهـم أم أنهـم سيظلون ماضي؟ وبالأخص موزس ريڤا.. RAVEN KOVA. MOSES RIVA.