Novel & Cerita Now We Both Look Asian

The pink lipgloss complimented her pinkish complexion. “ Gorgeous.” Both of us uttered unanimously. “ You both are not looking bad either. Did you notice we are twinning?” It was when Leena pointed out that I noticed I was wearing a red button-down shirt with black jeans and Arjun was wearing a baby blue shirt with blue jeans. “ Let us proceed.” Arjun gestured at us to move out.

I stumbled back, keeping my eyes on the man before me. In the dimly lit corridor, he resembled a feral beast—a predator, a second from devouring its prey. I closed my eyes and opened them again, forcing myself to shove the fear away. The tall Asian in front of me resembled one of those main leads in Chinese romance dramas. His black suit alluringly complimented his well-built body. His short, black hair was ideally styled, and every angle of his face seemed perfect. And if he hadn't been so insanely intimidating, I would have called him stunning.

“What if we lose her?” He looked up. And for a terrifying second, Elena saw the fear match her own in his eyes. “I can’t think like that,” he said. “I won’t.” “But what if—” “Elena,” he said sharply. Then softer. “Look at me.” She turned, her whole body trembling. “We’re here. She’s here. That’s all we know. That’s all we fight for.” She nodded, breath shaking. “Okay.” “Okay.” ⸻

“I’m trying to stop people from dying.” She narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?” “There was another attack. Yesterday. A teenager from the East District. Same symptoms — drained, comatose, rune carved into his shoulder.” He paused. “Same mark that’s on you.” Riley’s heart twisted. “Was he…?” She didn’t finish the question. “Still alive. Barely.” She swallowed. “That mark — it isn’t what you think.” “Then tell me what it is.” She looked away.

I replied. "What is the difference?" asked Brandon innocently. I'm laughing. "Obviously different. It's both Asian, but I'm Chinese, not Korean," I replied. "Oh, is that so? Should we just look for Chinese restaurants?" asked Brandon. "Eh, no need. We've arrived here. It's okay. I'm a person who doesn't choose about food. If it's delicious, I'll eat it," I replied. "Okay." Brandon and I sat in one of the seats -- ordering Korean seafood with enoki mushrooms and gochujang sauce that looked very red on the food. I eat it with gusto, very good.

I sighed in relief. "Thank god for Lee's memory. And Principal Sen also said that she wanted sophistication, so I guess cheeseburgers are out of the equation," Troy rambled. "Bangladeshi and Pakistani food is way too similar. How's that gonna work out?" I asked, chewing on my lip. "That leaves only two cuisines. What now?" "Okay, you guys can't tell anyone, but I'm half Korean," West said, scratching the side of his neck.

I threaten. "We're both on the same side, Nukea.“ No, we’re not.

Like a crack of sunshine in a stormy sky. “Don’t try to change the subject. Who was that?” I asked, raising my brows even though she couldn’t see me. “Well... you remember how I said I had some urgent work to do before coming back to New York right?” “Yeah, I remember. Keep talking,” I said, pushing her to spill. “Well, I came here, and I met this really, really handsome Asian guy. I think he’s half-American, half-Asian or something like that,” she confessed, and I could hear the slight embarrassment in her voice.

Amazing. She found herself getting comfortable and sharing things, too. “I can feel it, Ira. Deep in my soul—you’re Laura, my bestie. I hope your memories return soon. Your husband and daughter have waited so long,” Asia said tenderly. She couldn’t help glancing at the boss, who was also talking with Asia’s husband.

Angela was listening quietly, her expression turning sympathetic. Olive went on. “Everyone’s convinced it has to be one of them. And that she’s Asian, or maybe mixed.” My heart skipped at the thought of my twin half-sisters. Could it be one of them? No, it can’t be. They don’t have thigh tattoos—the last time I saw them in bikinis, they didn’t. But what if they got one recently?