TAMING LIFE |✔

TAMING LIFE |✔

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[Completed] #42 in ChickLit on January 3,2017 #163 in Teen Fiction on October 24,2016 #190 in Teen Fiction on October 22,2016 Cera, a bubbly,lively, chirpy teen girl. Meets her Mr. Right with no idea of what life has planned for her coming future. Things changes, when she gets trapped under a lot of negative circumstances. And then something unpredictable happens when she later finds out about her mysterious 'Mr.Right'. What was her Mr.Right hiding? What darkness was he hiding beneath his soft behavior? Read the story to find about a girl, Cera. How she conquered all the negatives in her life and tamed them for her benefit. How she changed herself under different circumstances to survive. How she learns the most important chapter of her life from the person she least expected. "Sympathy hurts it gives feeling of alienation leaving deep scar on soul." ______________________________________ Here is an excerpt from the story, "His dad?" He chuckles while he takes his seat. "What's so amusing in it?" I reply while I settle down. He frowns and his expression yells that there is something wrong. He looks down. And suddenly his fist slaps the table and with double energy I stand, staring at him. Unable to understand any of his actions. "His dad died when he was eight, Cera. He was lying to you." Chris replies still looking down as if trying to contain his temper. At this my heart free falls in my stomach. I knew there was something wrong, my subconscious snaps. I shut it down and again stare at Chris. "I..I..don't get it.. Why will he lie to me? And how do you have all this information in the first place?" I stutter. I really couldn't understand why will he lie? It didn't took me to be a rocket scientist to know that there is something seriously wrong with this guy. He is just not what he lets me see.
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*EDITORS' CHOICE 2021*After falling for her senior year teacher, Louise learns a harsh lesson on what adulthood isn't. Louise has some trauma to unpack. Heartbreak's a bitch, and her first relationship had been anything but normal. Thinking herself mature for her age, her affair with Mr. Cain started swooningly well. Except things ended quite abruptly. It's a lot for a seventeen year old to handle. But who's really at fault for what happened? Who even is Mr. Cain, and what is he hiding? From the wreckage of her naivety and self-esteem, can Louise save her friendships and rebuild herself? Our love songs aren't telling the whole truth. How can this be? In this tale of vulnerability, adolescence and painful reckoning, the arrogance of youth demands a price. * "'You're what, Louise?' he asked. 'You're sorry? What am I supposed to do here? How can I turn this around? How can I tell you that everything you want and feel is reciprocated, when I have to go back to work and pretend none of it happened?' 'I don't know the answer!' I cried. 'Neither of us do.' I threw my hands up in defeat. He caught them before they could fall. 'But how do I go back to living without your words?' His voice became a whisper. He squeezed my fingers tightly, closing his eyes and bringing them to his chest. 'I need how you make me feel, Luiza. I need it to feel alive. I won't stay away. No one's made me feel this good before. And I can't stand myself for wanting what I want. What do I do?' I was a violin bow on the verge of splintering. Every inch of me pulsed with an ache that began from the marrow of my bones. Fate had brought us here. At this crossroads of ours, there were a hundred different choices to make. A thousand different lifetimes to choose from, stemming from and decided entirely by my next choice. And in the end, I chose incorrectly. I held his face between my hands, feeling the echoing pulse of his skin. I brought his face to mine. I kissed him."

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