Novels by Write_D_Words

Misses Holly lifted up an empty pot and she finds the knife she was looking for, while Amandla shakes her head, “Boyfriend? Seriously mother, you know that topic is not a place for me to be attentive”, Amandla recapped an awareness at her mother. “But Mint, you will be happy if you have someone to love and be loved,” And Amandla continued her chores with the thought of having a boyfriend, Aviana, and Misses Holly really dared to press a button in trying to see what she was missing in life huh? It cannot be that tomorrow Aviana will be coming back with another batch of Billionaires and her mother will come back with a man who wants to have a time with her and become lovers—that would be a mess, hoping that it would not be happening in reality. The world will crumble and the sea will rise if one of the two options in her head will happen. “It will happen Amandla, you are going to be a mother in the future. You cannot always avoid some things that are bound to really occur.” Misses Holl

Amandla followed Aviana’s eyes; she was staring at the light blue wall clock. “Are you going to go home now?”“Yeah,” Aviana sighed. “Now stay for a bit, let me see what food I can find for you.”“You do not have to. There is no alternative for the nuggets.”Amandla who has a kind heart took five pieces of chicken nuggets from the plastic bag, “Here is my share, do not dare hug me.” She warned but Aviana did not listen to her. She embraced her and Amandla raised her left hand and gently tapped Aviana’s back as her kind of hug. When they released each other from the hug, Amandla put Aviana’s nuggets in a different, clean, plastic bag.“Think of going home safe,” She handed the food to Aviana. “I assure you my nuggets and safety are secured!” Aviana gasped but this time it was because of her victory in attaining the nuggets, she was flabbergasted. Amandla Holly nodded, and Aviana started to march out into the kitchen area before she even began to prepare their dinner. Amandla happil

If Aviana were right and found an ideal man and someone to love, time would help Amandla. But instead, she just went on listening to Aviana’s tease. “Have you not decided to enjoy my magazines for once?” Aviana asked her with a mixed tenor of disappointment. Amandla shook her head.“Well, I do not like that topic, so if you want to enjoy looking and reading that magazine, hypothetically you can enjoy it alone. I will be just here.” After Aviana heard Amandla’s words, she looked at the image printed in the magazine and tittered. At least she gets on with it. Amandla was now sitting on the opposite chair, facing Aviana. She kicks the small, slim cabinet door that has a few distances from the left side of the oven and limited pocketbooks of action; novels waved at her—only inside her imagination. Finally, she reached a hand out to grab one book, ‘Stitch.’ As she was about to begin flipping a page, Aviana’s jaw slightly dropped.“Wait, when did you have that kind of book?”Amandla look

Aviana had a medium layered haircut that gave poise to her light brown hair; her round face slowly turned red as she kept on talking at Amandla, who was trying to read the words on the front cover of the magazine “Billionaires Life,” she continued the words written on the surface. Since Aviana was filled with enthusiasm, she did not notice that there was a piece of the glass shard on the oven, “Watch what is behind your elbow,” She warned Aviana again beforehand to avoid knocking off a fragment on the stove or getting injured by it. “Oh, a piece of glass,” Aviana said plainly. She was not even scared due to her ongoing happiness. But because Amandla was trying to make sure Aviana would not get cut by the piece, she stretched a handout and expertly grabbed the glass shard from the oven and put it inside an empty kitchen drawer. “You will end up ending your happiness and excitement if you get injured because of that piece,” Amandla explained as if Aviana did not understand what she was

She stared at the broken fountain that settled in the corner outside, near a small storage house that only takes ten steps to get there—starting at the fountain’s point. In her sight, birds were flying, and steady trees without any wind were like city buildings. Over twenty-two years, Amandla had never seen what a city looks like and how people do things there. She was living peacefully, happily with her mother in the forest. Her dreams were anywhere in the city, but no one else could guide the house if she went together with her mother. She took a few steps forward and pressed her forehead against the cold glass from the window; she sighed. Even at three in the afternoon, the birds were still hunting for worms, and the wind finally started its job. All-day long, alone...her footsteps were the only noise inside the house. This was how she lived—you would probably feel free with all the other things if you get fed up in the city life, but there are limits on what being free was—that wa