Young Miss の小説・ストーリー

Food comes later. The sounds of my foot tapping on the floor echoes across the hallways. Somehow, I felt that someone was watching over me but I shrugged it off and went my way. Mr Young substitute always arrives late no matter how late I arrive in the class which is a good thing for me. When I returned to school two months ago, I had little hope that he would still be teaching us even if he disappeared without a word, but my world crumbled when Miss Rose came in smiling, introducing herself as Mr Young's substitute. It amazed me that nobody knows the real reason Why Mr Young quit teaching us. There were numerous ridiculous rumors going around and I would be lying if I said that I didn't en

I am finally off and almost home. My feet are killing me. We got slammed at lunchtime and could barely keep up with everyone. When I finally reach my door, I am so happy that I almost didn't notice the paper stuck to it. I pull it off and on the front is the Alpha seal. Ugh, please don't be what I think this is. I am not that lucky. Every unmated pack member must be at the mating ball tomorrow night, no exceptions. Why me? I say as I enter my house and plop down on the couch. Then my phone starts ringing. I pull it out of my pocket and see that it is the diner. I answer, praying they don't need me to return for anything.

Chapter 2 Ana I scan the apartment one last time before I put my bags in my car. I think I have it all. Courtney texts me and lets me know that she is all set. I put the car key under a rotten plant on the porch and walk to college. Someone will pick it up for me. I only live around 15 minutes’ walk from campus, so I easily can get over there. It’s a nice day, even though I feel awful. My heart is breaking. I never cry but yesterday I cried my heart out, and today I’m numb.

I asked in a soft voice. She nodded and smiled little. I smiled back and pecked her lips. "I love you Mrs. Mia Yuvraj Singhania!" I said looking in her eyes with the love I've for her. She smiled wide that showed her dimples. "I love you too Mr. Yuvraj Singhania!" She said in a low voice whilst blushing. Her cheeks turned red. And I laughed wholeheartedly. This girl! She is still so shy. She playfully hit on my bicep and glared at me for laughing at her. I winked at her and covered her with the duvet.

She paused, clearly letting out a long breath before asking softly, "Where? At the reservoir about three miles from our place, or…" Actually, I was about 900 miles away, in my hometown. On the way back to my car, I ran into another angler, and raised a hand in greeting. "Yeah, that's the one," I mumbled, giving a vague, dismissive reply. Her tone immediately softened. "Then I'll come pick you up. Let's have a proper talk." I frowned. Had Christina hit her head today? She'd never spoken to me so gently after getting mad at me before.

Her name was Emory, and she was taking a year off. She was meeting up with a group of her friends in Anaheim. She was talkative, but I wasn’t really in the mood to talk. It hurt that Kari couldn’t say those words back to me, and I wondered if we would ever be okay again, but something told me we wouldn’t be.

There was a vibration coming from the ground, but maybe because I was on an upper floor, it wasn’t as disturbing, but while looking at them below, I got teased to open the window just to hear the music. I heard shouting. The song playing could make anyone groove. The colorful lights were moving along with the beat. As I looked around, I noticed everyone partying seemed to be young. Honestly, I was tempted. I was smiling while I closed the window and looked for something to wear in my luggage. I put on light makeup to look younger—so I wouldn’t look like their aunt. I chose high-waisted shorts and a cute crop top. I matched them with flip flops so that it would only look like I just passed by

While uncertain about the path ahead, she clung to hope that her future would be brighter than her current circumstances. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the bustling city of Lagos as Divine, heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and hope, stood at the threshold of the James residence. Months of enduring Mr. James' inappropriate behavior had led her to this pivotal moment. The baby bump she had grown to cherish had served as a silent testament to the struggle she had endured within these walls. Today, she was determined to break free from the chains that had bound her.

There was nothing guarded about her expression. She looked soft. Innocent. The type of person who still believed most people meant what they said. I picked up the photograph. Missy Ryder was six years younger than Chase. She had kept a low public profile despite her family name. She studied media and communications and ran a small baking page online. Her account had a decent following, but nothing close to Allie’s. The report said she rarely attended major hockey events and avoided interviews about her brother. Interesting. I kept reading.