Nozomi Matsumoto wasn't exactly living the dream. A Japanese expat with no fancy degree, no savings, and a résumé that screamed "just winging it," she had one thing going for her, she could pour a drink like a boss, and trust me, that talent paid the bills. Her bank account? Let's just say it was the punchline of every joke she told herself. But hey, she had a friend whose family treated her like their own daughter, so who needed cash when you had love... right? Then, a ridiculously gorgeous six-foot blonde strolls into her life, looking like she'd just escaped a Vogue cover shoot. Nozomi's carefully crafted little world? Yeah, it got flipped upside down faster than a shaken cocktail. Suddenly, Miss "I've got this all figured out" was tangled in a mess of feelings she wasn't ready for and honestly, she was kinda loving the chaos. Twenty-four years of "playing it cool" went out the window the second those killer eyes locked onto hers, daring her to rewrite the whole damn script.

When Nawal decided to study away from her home, she met this so-called for-lifer-bestfriend during their freshman year at university. Now that they're in their senior year-the last and final year before college, her sister, Nawal's older sister named Lama, has come to meet and to tell her about her upcoming wedding next month. Everything went swimmingly, and Lama even suggested that Nawal should bring a plus one to her wedding because it will be held out of town. There is nothing wrong with that. Nothing, at least not until Nawal's ridiculous humour caused a huge dilemma about bringing her beloved girlfriend. Lama is always solemn and frightening, and Nawal is terrified of her. Nawal had forgotten that Lama took things seriously after six years of not seeing each other. Worst of all, Lama believes the girlfriend Nawal was referring to is her best friend, Hayan, the straightest female Nawal has met in her whole 18 years on the planet. A lot of sudden changes will happen, and because of that changes, is their friendship will stay the same?

At 3 a.m., when the city holds its breath, Ada finds peace in the hum of the espresso machine and the glow of a half-lit café. She's grown used to the silence-until Ashrine walks in. Tired, trembling, and half-alive, Ashrine carries more than sleeplessness in her eyes. Her chronic pain keeps her awake, and the medication that's meant to help her only pulls her further from reality. Their late-night conversations begin as comfort and turn into something sacred. Between laughter and coffee, sketches and songs, Ada finds herself drawn to a woman who sometimes sees ghosts in the corners and sometimes mistakes dreams for memories. And yet, Ashrine's presence feels more real than anything Ada's ever known. As nights pass and hallucinations deepen, Ada clings to what they share-every look, every word, every 3 a.m. heartbeat. But when Ashrine begins to fade from both her world and her mind, Ada must face a truth that love sometimes exists in the spaces between what's real and what's remembered. Because some people are meant to meet only in the quietest hours- and some goodbyes can still taste like coffee long after they're gone.

She is Alice 16 and homeless. She disguises herself as a man to get a highly paid job at a rich people's home They aren't humans... But neither is she... What kind of secrets are they hiding? ____________ Chief: here's the thing William, Alex has no record of ever being in the system. He wasn't in an orphanage or got adopted. In fact he isn't even in any of the humans records not even the vital ones. "You mean.." Chief: Alex doesn't exist. ⚠️THIS STORY CONTAINS⚠️ Abuse Violence Disturbing scenes Mature content [All Photos are from Pinterest]

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❝ 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆. 𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐘. ❞ Why do people have to devour other people's happiness in order to satisfy their self-interest? How does it feel to understand the meaning of living? Seeking the purpose of life you suppose to live. Shadow of past starting to wake. Eyes on reality of realization, How long the heart of purest soul will endure the raging calamity? Does shedding blood of oneself will solve everything? START: 12/23/21 FINISHED: