"Mommy, Jay took Barbie!"Putting the flour aside, I turn around and sighed when I saw Cobie, my 8 years old daughter, bawling her eyes out."That's not true!" Jay, my 8 years old son and Cobie's older twin brother, ran beside her. Waving a very familliar small plastic figure on his hand, "Mommy, she's lying!""No! I'm not!" She pouted, before angrily pointing at her doll, "SEE?! MOMMY, HELP ME!"I love my twins, really, I do. I thank Him every morning for having them but sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I can hire a referee for them.Sighing loudly, I bent down and waved them to come forward. Walking in front of me, they crossed their arms and pouted.They took my stubbornness but took their father's adorableness."What's the problem here?" I asked them gently."He took my Barbie." Cobie glared at her twin."Why did you took her Barbie, Jay?" I asked him gently."It's because she took Bumblebee!" Jay glared back at his twin.Resisting to sigh frustratedly, I asked her gently. "Why d
"What do you mean they stopped giving you your allowance?" I asked as I bent down and started fixing Kyle's shoelace.If there are two bunny ears, make a loop and put the loop in between the bunny ears... right?"They stopped giving me my money, that's it. Simple!" Charlie groaned, waving his arm above him. "And I have no idea why'd they do that!"I have an idea. It starts with "your" and ends with "girlfriend"."They're really rich but no! They want me to work my a-" Seeing my murderous threatening glare, he immediately covered it with, "-ash." He coughed, "They want me to work my ash off."Ashe? Really?"That's not even a nice save." I frowned at him. After knotting the lace, I stood up and patted Kyle's brown hair. "There ya go."He raised his head and grinned happily, "Thanks Chel.""No problem, now go, continue playing with your buddies." I smiled back, giving him a slight push."Thanks again!" He called out as he runs towards the other room.Brushing the imaginary specks of dust
Hey peeps!Thank you for reading, thank you for voting, thanks for the comments and shares, THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.This is dedicated to @eachandeveryoneofyou !Enjoy 😊~-~"What is the square root of 459 multiplied by 45 and divided by 4?" I asked Charlie, typing the numbers on my calculator and wait for his answer.He raised a hand."Yes, Charles?""Is the square root of that specific number is the product of 459 x 459?"Wha-??"...What?""Oh never mind, I got it." He grinned.I nodded. "Alrighty.""Mm-hmmm." Charlie muttered, with a serious look on his face.He's calculating the problem I gave him on the piece of paper he's holding.Writing furiously he looked troubled for a second but continued anyway. "Just give me a second."~30 minutes later ~"Got it!" He grinned, pushing his hair back with his hand."Finally." I chuckled, fixing my seat and grabbed my phone, typing the calculation immediately.He slammed the paper in front of me. "It's 430.3125 !""What?" I looked at my pho
Thank you guys for voting, commenting, sharing, heck, even by just simply reading!-If you guys don't know, I love anime. I love anime guys. I love anime guys with glasses.I love Megane. (Megane is a Japanese term for glasses or guys who use glasses.)So yes, technically, my favorite from the triplet is Easton. Who's yours?Notes ->● For those who love reading sci-fi, I'm recommending you go to Schitza's account. He's a really great writer and he's apparently new here in Wattpad. Help him out?● If you guys want me to read one of your books, comment your book and account here. ->________________Thanks again! See you later!Enjoy 😊~-~"Thank you so much Fey, Charlie really needs this job and all..." I trailed off, looking nervous like hell."No problem, Chel." She grinned, showing off her beautiful white teeth. She faced Charlie and gave him some pieces of information. "I and Felipe will be back after midnight. Make sure the triplets are sleeping by then, make sure that they ate t
Thank you for all the READS, COMMENTS, VOTES AND SUPPORT!I love reading through it and I love answering to it too!I love you guys, especially for those peeps who read my old books!ENJOY!~-~Babysitting has been my job for years. Probably since the day I was born. Nah, I'm exaggerating, but I hope my point is taken. I love playing with kids, I love cooking for kids.I love kids. I guess they remind me of my childhood memories. They remind me that being as innocent and naive as possible. They remind me that not all human beings are... cruel.Even right now in college, we're going to be graduating soon but I'm still babysitting for my part-time job.My full-time job is the daycare my parents helped me build 3 years ago.I called it "Day Care Fun Care" -Pretty catchy, ey?So technically, my aunts and uncles, know that I'm good with my job and on what I'm doing. If they want their children to be asleep before midnight, I'll make sure of that. If they want their children to be eating th
Dinner was good... for them.They agreed with my terms when I said that they needed to eat 1 scoop of guacamole and the rest would be finished by yours truly. -and that was the worst terms I've made. I already told Charlie that I hid a box under my bed filled with letters to the people I love if ever I'd die.They called pizza hut and ordered some food and ate it while I'm stuck with the guacamole.So yes, dinner was good for them.And turns out that the triplets weren't lying with the 'chef' part. Uncle Felipe is a good doctor, so he knows all these healthy and no-fun-taste foods, but no offense, he is not a good chef. I mean I do kind of love vegetables because I used to be a kid once, which means that my mom used to force me to eat those edible healthy stuff, but still, Uncle Felipe's dishes are well... let's just say I thought that it wasn't edible.After dinner, I cleaned the dishes while Charlie cleaned the table. We work as a team, that's how it works.Vanchel has Charlie and C
"How's Easton doing?" Charlie asked, taking a seat beside me.Rubbing my face, I sighed. "He broke his arm."We are currently in a hospital where Easton's inside one of the rooms, having his arm all wrapped up.The white walls and white tiled place made my headache, the smell of alcohol makes me want to puke, the some-slutty-white dressed nurse annoys me and the bright light keeps me awake.If you haven't figured it out yet, I hate hospitals. I mean, there's just something about the people there. I'm not talking about ghosts or anything, but I am talking about the people who act like one. I pity them for having to go through life like that. Bringing that weight in their shoulders. Losing a loved one, I mean. I'm one of those extremely rare people who has never lost anyone really important. Well, to the other world, I mean. My grandma died when I was young, my mom told me that we were really close but I couldn't feel it. Like I guess I was young, but still... i cried when she died, but
"Divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived." I muttered repeatedly as I tap my fingers on the book I was holding.King Henry VIII was really something I tell you."... AND THE GORILLA RIPPED OFF DRACULA'S SHORTS!" The emcee shouted as the audience cheered happily.I groaned, slumping back on my seat and frown at the scene in front of me. Blood splatters were everywhere.There were 2 guys in the center, one with shorts on and one without."Gorilla" aka the huge guy in his boxers, stepped on "Dracula" aka the-now-naked and lanky boy that doesn't give up."Hey."Feeling warmth beside me, I shut the book close. "Ma'am Burma's going to kill me if I failed this test, Charlie. So can you hurry up and let's leave?" I turned around and faced Charlie.But the person who owns that 'warmth' is not Charlie apparently.Nope, it's a good-looking bruised-up guy with a split lip, disheveled hair, and black eye. With or without bruises, he still looks good."Nope, not Charlie." I waved a l
Every story has an ending. As cliche as that sounds, it is the truth. I remembered crying my eyes off when I finished Stephenie Meyers' Twilight Saga because I just honestly love her series. I love Bella and Edward. I do not care if there are millions who disagree with me, but Twilight was one of the book series that had me swooning. I remembered buying different objects that has anything to do with the series. I admit, there were some scenes that got me cringing because it was a little bit too weird, but as a whole, the movie was amazing.My story started when my Lexus got lost. And now, finally, my car -the one who had helped me chase my dreams- has finally been found. I cannot be any more happy. Well, I can. But for the moment, I do not think that anything can top this moment."Where is my car?" I asked out loud while I rush inside the station and straight towards Officer Ramon's desk with Elliot on my trail. I usually do not run, unless if I was running late or if there was an eme
Okay, I've been doing my best to stall writing this particular chapter because I'm not ready -but I'm ready- to end my journey for this series. I'm just being a big sissy, really. Thank you so much for reading this, for all the votes and comments. Love lots Crazeeps ••-••-••-••-••-••~"Did she answer your calls yet?" I asked Elliot, who was busy pouting on my bed. "She still wouldn't." He groans, "It wasn't my fault that the phone connection was choppy.""Choppy?" I asked.He nods. "Choppy."Okay."Riley is probably busy tending her boyfriend's wounds, El." You know, the one you and your brother did. Because of a misunderstanding. Because of you.He sighs while shaking his head, "This is terrible.""Aww." I cooed as I sat down beside him and giving him a hug, "Don't feel too bad, it wasn't totally your fault," it's true! "Verizon should also take the blame."He rests his head on my shoulder, which has to be uncomfortable for him because he's tall. "You're the only one w
"YOU TRAITOR!" Elliot pounces on my brother, obviously forgetting the fact that he's a police officer, and screeches from Riley, my mom, and El's were so loud that it made me go blind.Yes. You read that right."You seem calm," I told Vanchel without my eyes leaving the scene."Yeah," She sheepishly answered, "I've been in Charlie's fights in the Underground." She clears her throat, "This is nothing.""Ah." I nodded because I totally understand. The Underground is an illegal place that is located under the grounds of Denovan where fights happen. It has been there for decades. No joke. It's the same place where both my dad and El's used to fight too.Riley gasps as she tries to pull the men away from her now-husband, "What are you guys doing?! Stop this!"Jay, my twin who can totally handle himself because he actually does work in my parents' assassination company, tries -and fails- to block the hits coming from Charlier and Elliot. My dad and Reed are the ones doing the easy job of bl
The calm before the storm has never felt so tense. I remembered keeping secrets from my parents. I remembered not telling them that I lost my phone back in middle school. Well, that was until I learned that my stupid brother has been hiding it the whole time. He only wanted to see me squirm. Anyway. It was not as tensed as this one.But even back then, I have never liked the waiting game. It gives me small hives because of the stress of being scared. The feeling of knowing that there is a ticking bomb gives me the chills. The suspense is killing me.It has been a week since El called her sister and dropped the bomb on us. Riley and my moronic brother would be arriving any time now. The week was filled with held in rage and anger.The newly wedded couple had no idea that the whole family, both the Langstons and the Emersons, are here in our mansion. The same mansion that was once owned by my great grandparents. Looking at it, if the hulks have decided to kill the groom, then at least J
Rage starts silently. It is like water in a pot. You will let it simmer, then boil, THEN BAM! IT EXPLODES! I honestly hope I would not see an enraged Elliot."Elliot," I told him as we both rush towards his truck. "Babe, calm down."We both left the Chinese restaurant with unfinished food -shame, I know. If my own conscience is not knocking on my guilt enough, then the look of the Chinese man who owns the restaurant did.I mean, ordering burger and fries in a Chinese restaurant probably did enough damage, but leaving with unfinished meal? Oof."I can't believe they got married," He grumbles angrily as he harshly yanks his door open. "She's nineteen! She does not know what she is doing."I immediately climb on the truck and shut the door close. I put on my seatbelt and silently watch him turn the engine on in a hurry. I pursed my lips and placed my hand on his lap to comfort him."They have not even graduated from university yet," Elliot spat the words out of spite. "And now she is tel
"You know what is weird?" I asked my handsome date for this beautiful night as I munch on my juicy and delicious burger, "I have not heard from Jay."El raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "You have not told him that you are back in town?""Well, I guess I assumed that my parents already told him or something," I squinted my eyes and put the burger down. I picked up a fry and dipped it in my special ketchup mixed with mayonnaise sauce. "Should I give him a call?""Wait, so he does not know that you are back in town?"I shook my head no and said, "Nope."Jay is an obnoxious, arrogant, sometimes sweet, and cold-blooded piece of work. Have I mentioned that he is also my twin brother? Yeah, unfortunately, he is.Do not get me wrong, I love him. I mean, it is really just because I grew up with him and all. And to be frank, the only time I probably really liked him was when we were both in my mother's womb because you know, we have not murdered each other for nine months. Then again, maybe
"If you skipped the long butt author's note," Elliot whispers, "It's okay. I still love you.""And me too." Northon smiles alongside his brothers."To summarize the author's note though," I rolled my eyes because let's face it, Kryzel is being a little bit overdramatic, "The author just wants you to know that she appreciates you reading her work."Weston grinned cheekily. "And that she loves you!" "We," Easton flicks his glasses, "We all love you."-••-••-••-••-••-••~Losing something special can make an impact big enough to change a person's life. Sometimes, it takes losing something important to find something you have been unconsciously needing all along.In my case, this sometimes happened not too long ago. And this something? This something is my car. I may have lost my Lexus, but I did find Elliot. And he is something I need. I would have traded a hundred more Lexus to get back in the arms of Elliot Langston. I know I sound cheesy, but it is the absolute truth.Okay. Just to be
THIS IS GONNA BE REALLY SHORT. JUST A QUICK "I'M KIND OF BACK" UPDATE :)I will be writing chapter 15 later, or tomorrow lol. What do you guys prefer? Shorter chapters but daily (or 2) updates? Or Longer chapters but weekly updates? COMMENT HERE!Okay, I LOVE YOU GUYS! THANK YOU!💕💕Enjoy :)-••-••-••-••-••-••~"I can not believe that you have burnt my dollhouse." I murmured angrily while glaring at the three spawns of the devil in front of me. "I do not care who started it, and I do not care who did it -I just do not care."Easton coughs out awkwardly, "But-""No buts." I glared harder, "From now on, you guys are not allowed to enter my room."Northon's eyes widened as Weston whined loudly. "But it was just a dollhouse!""Well, that's true." I sighed while nodding, "Correction then, you are not allowed to go to my house."Both Easton and Northon groaned. However, Weston only sighed out in defeat. "Then, I guess only my brothers can visit you."I pursed my lips tightly and raised a g
So for those who had read this book years ago, you would know that I've only been putting up old works (lol). But do not fret! Chapter 14 was the latest chapter before I took the chapters down, meaning, I will be writing Chapter 15 soon. OMG. I can't wait. New readers! WELCOME!Thank you so much Crazeeps ••-••-••-••-••-••~"HEY LOVEBIRDS!" I pulled away from Elliot and turned around to face West, who ruined the moment by the way. "So happy to see you all patched up after a century and all-""What?" Elliot asked impatiently, obviously annoyed. I giggled silently because I can not blame him. After all, we were in the middle of something.West screamed on top of his lungs, "THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!""WHAT?!" I gasped out in shock and was frozen for a second. I heard Elliot take in a breath sharply before running to where my parents' house is.I felt goosebumps around my body and suddenly felt a little lightheaded. "W-w-what h-ha-happened..." I stammered out, "Why is the ho