Shaxee:
yeah, itz interesting!, and i qat some idea! In that movie

i tink it is all abt a gal which was born with fish tail abi....how many season?

Teebashy:

i tink it is all abt a gal which was born with fish tail abi....how many season?

i've watched it to season 9, there re still more season to watch

Shaxee:
your dear readers re your famz! Beside! You're in to abbreviation which means you even include it to your story writing!

Owk

Shaxee:
i've watched it to season 9, there re still more season to watch

I can't watch more dan 2 season..if I do I will just be sleeping

Abeg,make ona stop derailing dis thread o. Waiting for updates......................And a happy 2015 to us all

Teebashy:

I can't watch more dan 2 season..if I do I will just be sleeping

alright, but i can see you luv reading stories!

Toeyean1507:
Abeg,make ona stop derailing dis thread o. Waiting for updates......................And a happy 2015 to us all

thanks dear! And wishing you the same

***CONTINUES***
Uh, right.” Parker
snapped out of it first,
a mischievous smile
spreading over his face
as he wrapped his arms
around Maya’s waist.
“Man, I’m so lucky to
have such a hot
girlfriend.”
Adriana smirked when
she saw Maya wriggle a
bit.
Anyone less dense than
Roman and her brother
could tell Maya and
Parker weren’t really
dating.
Thankfully, though,
most people in Valesca
weren’t that smart,
which suited Adriana
just fine.
She had her own plans
for Maya.
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**********
“Ugh! Why do girls shop
so much?” Zack
complained, throwing
two armfuls of
shopping bags from
almost every store on
Fifth and Madison
Avenues into the booth.
“Who invented shopping
anyway? This is like…
torture.”
“Well, you didn’t have to
come with us,” Adriana
pointed out, looking
unconcerned. “You
could’ve just stayed
home.”
Zack snorted. “Right.
Valesca versusNew
York. Gee, I wonder
which one is more
exciting? Although I
probably should’ve
stayed home. At least I
could’ve played Halo,”
he muttered.
I just laughed. The
Perrys’ relationship was
just too funny. I stared
happily out the window.
It felt so good to be
back in the city.
“Hey, I never got a
chance to thank you for
the lunch, by the way,”
I murmured to Carlo, as
he slipped a seat next
to me. For some reason,
I didn’t want the others
to know what he’d
done.
“It’s no big deal,” Carlo
answered, smiling a bit.
"I had to make up for
that horrific Almond Joy
experience somehow."
I nodded slowly. "True,
that was a pretty
horrific experience," I
agreed laughingly,
before turning back to
the others, who were
still on the topic of
shopping. More
specifically, they were
talking about boys and
shopping.
“…just because I
understand girls doesn’t
mean I necessarily
enjoy shopping, at least
not for myself,” Parker
was insisting. “I’m not
metropolitan, you
know.”
Adriana eyed him
dubiously. “I don’t think
that’s the right word.”
“Isn’t it cosmopolitan?”
Roman sounded bored.
“No, that’s a drink.”
“Isn’t it neapolitan?”
Zack tried.
Adriana rolled her eyes.
“That’s an ice cream
flavor.”
This time, I rolled my
eyes. “Metrosexual. It’s
metrosexual, people,” I
cried, throwing up my
hands. “And this is
what Valesca charges a
hundred thousand
dollars a year in tuition
for?”
“No, they charge that
money so they can
switch the chandeliers
from Swarovski to
Baccarat,” Adriana
corrected me.
“It’s good to see my
money’s being put to
good use,” I huffed.
“I thought you were on
scholarship,” Parker
pointed out.
“That’s not the point.”
I fished through my bag
for my phone as a
waitress came over to
take our drink orders.
After all that shopping,
everyone had agreed to
stop for some
refreshments before
heading to some
restaurant named Masa
for a sushi dinner.
“Oh, no!” I exclaimed.
“What’s wrong?”
everyone asked at the
same time.
“I think I left my phone
in Barneys.” My face fell
as I scrambled to get
out of the booth. “I
gotta go get it! My
mom will kill me if I
need to get another
phone again.

***CONTINUES***
Do you want me to
come with you?” Parker
asked, perfectly playing
the role of concerned
boyfriend.
I shook my head. “No,
it’s fine.” I was already
halfway out the door.
“I’ll be right back!” I
called over my shoulder.
I nearly ran down the
street back to Barneys,
glad I was inNew
Yorkso I didn’t have to
feel too bad about
knocking into people.
When I arrived at the
dressing room, I was
relieved to
seeTracywas still there.
She looked surprised to
see me. “Hello again,
Miss Lindberg,” she
greeted me politely.
“Can I help you? Is
there something wrong
with your purchases?”
She sounded worried,
obviously thinking about
her commission.
I shook my head. “No,
but did you find a phone
by any chance? I think I
might’ve left mine
here.”
“Oh, well…”Tracyglanced
at the closed dressing
room door. “A
gentleman went in right
after you left. In fact,
he’s in there now, so
after he leaves,
perhaps you can do a
check.”
I nodded a bit
impatiently. “Ok,
thanks.” If that
‘gentleman’ steals my
phone, I’m going to kick
his butt, I thought, a bit
appalled at how violent
I was becoming.
Stupid Roman Fiori. This
was all his fault.
A few minutes later,
the dressing room door
swung open, and a tall,
sandy-haired guy
walked out.
My jaw dropped in
shock. “James?”
He looked up, his eyes
lighting up when he saw
me. “Maya!” he
exclaimed happily.
“What a coincidence!”
“What—what are you
doing here?” I
stammered. I hadn’t
spoken to him since the
first time Roman
‘kidnapped’ me and
caused me to break my
phone.
James shrugged, holding
up a black suit. “I have
an interview for an
internship coming up,
and I needed to get
some business
clothes,” he explained.
“What about you? You
don’t really strike me as
the type of girl who
shops at Barneys. And I
mean that in the best
way possible,” he added
hastily.
“Oh, uh, I was just here
to check out some
homecoming dresses,” I
replied. “But I think I
may have left my
phone here…”
“This wouldn’t happen
to be your phone, would
it?” James held up my
Motorola.
“Yeah, it is!” I couldn’t
have been more
relieved. I reached for it,
but he held it out of my
reach with a teasing
smile.
I stopped, confused.
“I’m not giving you your
phone back until I put
something in it,” James
explained, typing
something into my
phone. When he
finished, he gave it back
with a wink. “Now,
you’ll have no excuse to
not call me back.”
I blushed, suddenly
remembering how our
last conversation had
ended. “I’m so sorry
about the other day,” I
apologized. “My phone,
uh, died.”
Technically true. I was
just going to spare him
all the gory details.
“It’s fine, don’t worry
about it,” James
assured it. A small smile
lit up his face. “Although
I do think you owe me a
date for making me sick
with worry like that,”
he joked.
At least, I think he’s
joking.
I turned even redder.
“Um…well…” What do
you say to something
like that?
“Come on, it’ll be fun,”
he persuaded. Oh. So he
hadn't been joking. “And
we can do something
outside of Valesca, get
away from all those
snobs for a bit.

I think one of those Scions would have her head, if she goes on that date. Thanks for the updates Shaxee. This is absolutely terrific.

***CONTINUES***
I was actually a bit
tempted, but I slowly
shook my head. “I’m
sorry, but I can’t,” I
replied, slightly
regretful. James
seemed like a cool guy,
and he was pretty cute,
but if Parker was being
loyal as my fake
boyfriend, then I had to
be loyal too. “I’m kind
of…seeing someone.”
“Oh,” he said, sounding
disappointed. “I
suppose I should have
guessed.” He gave me a
small smile. “If you ever
change your mind
though, you know how
to reach me.”
I nodded, smiling back.
He really was nice.
“Well, I should go. He’s,
um, actually waiting for
me.”
“Ok.” James nodded,
gesturing to the suit.
“And I guess I should
pay for this before they
think I’m trying to steal
it,” he laughed. “Well, it
was nice running into
you again, Maya. And
you tell that boyfriend
of yours he's lucky to
have you, so he better
treat you right.” He
winked at me.
By now, my face could
be mistaken for a fire
hydrant. “It was nice
seeing you again too,” I
murmured, and with a
quick wave, I headed
back downstairs to the
café where Adriana and
the others were
waiting. I couldn't stop
a smile from spreading
across my face though.
It was so nice to see a
friendly, down-to-earth
face, though I couldn’t
believe I’d been able to
run into James in a city
as big asNew York.
What were the odds?
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“Do I really have to
wear this? It’s
uncomfortable,” I
whined, glaring down at
the black cocktail dress
I was stuffed into.
“Stop being such a
baby,” Roman said,
sounding annoyed as he
got out of the Town
Car that had been
chauffeuring us around
all day. “That dress is
Dolce & Gabbana.”
“Considering Dolce &
Gabbana seems to be
Italian for I-can’t-
breathe-right-now, I
don’t really care,” I
snapped. I narrowed my
eyes. “How do you
know that, anyway?”
“They make men’s
clothes too, but I can
still recognize their cut.”
Roman pursed his lips
and gazed pointedly at
Parker. “You need to
educate your girlfriend
on the finer points of
life, if she’s going to fit
in.”
Parker chuckled,
wrapping an arm around
my waist.
“She’s perfect the way
she is,” he said loyally.
"Aw, thanks,
sweetheart," I gushed
with exaggerated
sweetness.
Roman grimaced. “I’m
about to throw up,” he
muttered, not looking
at us.
“Maybe you shouldn’t
go to dinner, then,” I
said innocently.
He ignored me.
“Settle down, children.
Masa’s a restaurant,
not a playground,”
Adriana reminded us, as
we entered the sleek,
dimly lit restaurant.
We were immediately
led to a table in the
best part of the room.
“It’s ok, guys, I got
this,” Parker said
confidently, right after
we sat down.
"Yeah, he knows all the
best dishes," Zack said,
nodding his golden head
as he backed his friend
up.
I shrugged. I didn't really
care. Parker was the
one who’d suggested
we come here. As he
rattled off a bunch of
orders to the waiter, I
gazed around the room.
It was so quiet and
serene. And expensive-
looking.

***CONTINUES***
I was half-glad Adriana
had forced me to wear
this dress, because all
the other diners were
pretty dressed-up too.
“You ok?” Carlo asked
quietly.
I nodded. “This’ll be the
second time today that
I’m eating sushi,” I
realized.
Carlo laughed. “Sadly,
they don’t have Twix
here as a dessert.”
I smiled, feeling touched
all over again that he’d
gone to all that trouble
to send me lunch. Ok, it
had probably only taken
a phone call, but still.
It’d been so thoughtful
of him.
“Really? Well, maybe
they have a vending
machine in here
somewhere,” I joked.
Carlo let out another
laugh.
I took a sip of my
water, pleased. Out of
the corner of my eye, I
saw an older couple
enter the restaurant.
The man had his arm
around the woman’s
waist, and he leaned
down to whisper
something in her ear
before giving her a peck
on the lips.
The woman giggled. She
had on a low-cut green
dress that looked even
tighter than mine felt,
while the man wore a
gray suit that actually
looked kind of familiar.
As I got a closer look,
though, I suddenly
realized why that suit
looked so familiar,
causing me to almost
spit out my water.
The man looked up, and
we locked eyes. A
horrified expression
crossed his handsome
face as I felt the bile
rise up in my throat.
No. No, it can’t be! my
mind screamed, as
everything else in the
restaurant seemed to
fall away, leaving only
my churning stomach
and shocked, frozen
body behind. It CAN’T!
I clapped a hand over
my mouth, suddenly
feeling unbearably
nauseous.
“Maya! What’s wrong?”
I wasn’t even sure who
asked me that
question. I couldn’t
seem to think straight
right now.
I pushed back my chair
with a loud screech,
causing everyone else in
the restaurant to give
me scandalized glares,
but I couldn’t care less
what those
overdressed snobs
thought of me at the
moment.
Biting back a sob and
praying I didn’t throw
up right there on the
floor, I ran out of the
restaurant, even as I
heard the man
frantically call my name.
I burst through the
doors and ran to the
edge of the sidewalk,
gripping a nearby
lamppost for support
as I dry heaved. Tears
slowly ran down my
face and blurred my
vision, but they couldn’t
erase the image of my
father kissing another
woman, a woman who
wasn’t my mother,
from my mind.
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Hehe, bet you guys
didn't see that one
coming, did you? A
bit out of left field, I
know, but it's quite
relevant to the plot, I
assure you.
Aaannndd...James
enters the scene
again! What do you
guys think of him?
Love him, hate him,
couldn't care less?
Let me know!
Thanks to everyone
who read, vote and/
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Oh, and one more
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There'll be info about
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even if you read a
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Very lovely story shaxee....... I think i'm #TeamRoman/Maya and #teamAdrianna/Carlo

And about james, couldnt care less sha.

He shouldnt like maya o... She belongs to Roman...

Okay so why is maya's dad misbehaving ni

almacherish:
And about james, couldnt care less sha.
He shouldnt like maya o... She belongs to Roman...
Okay so why is maya's dad misbehaving ni

exactly
team Roman/Maya. James shouldn't cum nd spoil d show

And d9ty7 is still very much around here. Happy New year to you guys, Shaxee and his fans, those that I am familiar with, Almacherish, Thronekid, Amiablejudy, JulietAkk and those that I am not familiar with.
Shaxee, 2015 is the year that you'll take over the literature section. Your name would be registered on everybody's lips.
Kip it up man.

D9ty7:
And d9ty7 is still very much around here. Happy New year to you guys, Shaxee and his fans, those that I am familiar with, Almacherish, Thronekid, Amiablejudy, JulietAkk and those that I am not familiar with.
Shaxee, 2015 is the year that you'll take over the literature section. Your name would be registered on everybody's lips.
Kip it up man.

why do you think so bro! I never wanted to be like i know more than everyone here! You guys re the best! I luv you all

Shaxee:
thank you for following

i luv ur stories shaxee..they are just real! bae,,mor updates @love&hate too,,m following both stories

@ poster, this is very wrong... This story bus not urs and you are here taking glory for someone else's work.

What do u stand to gain? Ur conscience knows the work is not yours yet you pretend to enjoy the compliments.

Let me advice you. Pick up a pen and put down your own story... It actually feels good knowing people love ur work

sophieabou:
i luv ur stories shaxee..they are just real! bae,,mor updates @love&hate too,,m following both stories

thanks dear

Stop copying peoples work... Give them the link to the story so that the real writer can be acknowledged

frank317:
Stop copying peoples work... Give them the link to the story so that the real writer can be acknowledged

you need the link? Here is the link! www.coolval22.com/Vforum/topic/all-ive-never-wanted-a-novella/page/12/

frank317:
@ poster, this is very wrong... This story bus not urs and you are here taking glory for someone else's work.

What do u stand to gain? Ur conscience knows the work is not yours yet you pretend to enjoy the compliments.

Let me advice you. Pick up a pen and put down your own story... It actually feels good knowing people love ur work

check it out yourself www.coolval22.com/Vforum/topic/all-ive-never-wanted-a-novella/page/12/

***CONTINUES***
CHAPTER TWELVE
Can we pretend that
airplanes in the night
sky are like shooting
stars?
I could really use a wish
right now
Wish right now, wish
right now
~"Airplanes" B.o.B.
featuring Hayley
Williams
When I'd finished dry-
heaving, I straightened
up and slumped against
the lamppost, my
throat and eyes raw
from crying.
Tonight was turning
out to be the worst
night ever. The fact
everyone around me
seemed so happy just
made me more
miserable.
I stared up at the sky,
where the stars winked
down at me. Please,
just let me wake up
and find out it was all a
horrible nightmare, I
silently pleaded. Please!
I was still standing
there, hoping to wake
up, when I felt
someone touch my arm.
“Maya, look at me,” he
pleaded.
And I knew that I
wasn't going to wake
up. Because this wasn't
a dream, it was my life.
I yanked my arm away,
glaring at my dad
through eyes puffy
from crying. No.
Actually, he wasn’t
even my dad anymore.
The dad I knew couldn’t
afford to go to
restaurants like Masa—
one of the most
expensive in the world
—with some slutty
bimbo, to boot. He
didn’t lie to his family
about going on business
trips. And he definitely,
definitely did not cheat
on my mom.
“Don’t touch me,” I
spat, ignoring the hurt
look that crossed his
face. “I don’t even
know you anymore.”
“It’s—it’s not what
you think,” my dad
stuttered. “Why don’t
you just let me
explain?”
“Oh, really? So what?
Did I somehow
hallucinate in there and
imagined that you
kissed that woman in
there? Did the meaning
of ‘going on a business
trip’ change into ‘going
to an expensive dinner
in New York City with a
bimbo’? Because unless
those two things
happened, then it’s
exactly what I think!” I
screamed, ignoring the
looks passersby were
throwing us.
“I—we—she’s—“My
dad stopped, obviously
at a loss for words.
“How could you do that
to mom?” My lower lip
trembled, and to my
horror, I felt the tears
rise again.
My dad let out a deep
sigh, running a hand
through his hair. Though
it still held no flecks of
gray, his face was
weary, and for the first
time, he looked every
bit the 43-year old he
was.
“Perhaps we should talk
about this at home,” he
suggested quietly.
I couldn’t believe it. He
still had the nerve to
say the word home?
“No!” I spat hatefully. “I
want everyone to know
what a scumbag you
are!”
“Maya! Watch your
language! I’m still your
father, you know.”
“No you’re not! I hate
you!” And with that,
the tears started falling
again, so that I barely
noticed when someone
pulled me protectively
into his arms. “I hate
you,” I repeated,
sobbing into the
person’s chest.
I didn’t even really care
who it was, I just
needed someone to
lean on right now.
“Come on, why don’t
we get you out of
here?” I dimly heard
Adriana suggest. “I’m
sorry to interrupt, Mr.
Lindberg, but I think it’s
best if Maya’s left alone
for a bit.”
Obviously, she’d caught
at least part of my
rant.
I heard my dad agree in
defeat, and before I
knew it, the person
whose arms I was in
ushered me into the
waiting Town Car. It
wasn’t until then that I
finally looked up.

Wow......Maya's Dad y

D9ty7:
And d9ty7 is still very much around here. Happy New year to you guys, Shaxee and his fans, those that I am familiar with, Almacherish, Thronekid, Amiablejudy, JulietAkk and those that I am not familiar with.
Shaxee, 2015 is the year that you'll take over the literature section. Your name would be registered on everybody's lips.
Kip it up man.

Hapi new year bro,wish u a blissful year ahead

frank317:
Stop copying peoples work... Give them the link to the story so that the real writer can be acknowledged

But it comz frm his website,izn't it? So,allow hm do hz thing,had d writer wanted to b d one t receive d glory,he cud have been d one posting it cuz ima pretty sure d writer'z aware of this,owk?

Kip it up bro and dnt let sidetalks distract u@ Shaxee

Me don't think d digress is necessary jo. I mean Maya's dad and d bimbo. But. Since d title is all she neva wanted,I think it'll still fit in as no one wants a broken home.............Thanks for d update

thronekid:

But it comz frm his website,izn't it? So,allow hm do hz thing,had d writer wanted to b d one t receive d glory,he cud have been d one posting it cuz ima pretty sure d writer'z aware of this,owk?

Kip it up bro and dnt let sidetalks distract u@ Shaxee

U guys should stop promoting evil... The guy is a fraud yet u are willing to play along with him. That's how u guys make our society messed up, tomorrow you will start claiming the victim.

He posted a fake website, check this link out

www.wattpad.com/story/287053-all-i've-never-wanted

frank317:


U guys should stop promoting evil... The guy is a fraud yet u are willing to play along with him. That's how u guys make our society messed up, tomorrow you will start claiming the victim.

He posted a fake website, check this link out

www.wattpad.com/story/287053-all-i've-never-wanted

remember taking permission! All stories posted in our site coolval22.com, even the once from nairaland here to our site! We dont just copy other people stories without Em permission!! So take a site and watch me continue this story!!

***CONTINUES***
I blinked in surprise.
Even through my tears,
I was able to make out
the planes of Roman’s
face.
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“Do you think Maya’s
going to be ok?” Zack
asked, leaning over to
whisper to Adriana as
he stared at where the
brunette was curled up
in her seat, sleeping.
“She should be fine. She
just needs some time.”
Adriana sighed. Poor girl.
She’s already been
through so much since
school started.
“What bad luck. Out of
all the sushi bars in all
the world, he had to
walk into ours,” Parker
said jokingly.
Adriana rolled her eyes.
“It’s nice to see you still
have your sense of
humor.”
Parker shrugged.
“Adultery’s practically a
fact of life in Valesca.
Some people hide it
better than others. And
some take it better
than others.” He looked
over at where Roman
was sitting, staring
down at his untouched
glass. There was a
zoned-out expression
on his face. “There’s
nothing we can do
except make the most
out of it.”
She didn’t want to
admit it, but Parker had
a point. Affairs were
more common than
luxury cars in their town
—they just ranged
from discreet Mercedes
to flashy Lamborghinis.
“Should someone wake
her up? We’re almost
there.” Parker checked
his Rolex. “And she still
hasn’t eaten yet.”
“I’ll go do it,” Carlo
offered. He’d been
unusually quiet—the
way he was in front of
the other students in
school—since the dinner
incident.
“No. I will,” Roman
suddenly said, taking
everyone by surprise.
They all stared at him.
Ignoring their shocked
glances, Roman stood
up from his seat and
made his way down the
lushly carpeted aisle to
where Maya was
dozing.
“Wow. Did he have a
brain transplant or
something?” Zack’s
eyes were wide.
Carlo raised his
eyebrows. “Should you
really be surprised?”
“No, I guess not,” Zack
allowed. “I suppose he
is the best person to go
talk to her right now.”
Adriana, though, didn’t
say anything. Instead,
she kept her eyes
trained on Roman and
Maya, a small smile
playing on her lips.
It was time to just sit
back and watch the
show.
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“Maya, wake up.”
Someone was shaking
my arm. They seriously
needed to go away.
“Wake up!”
“Leave me alone,” I
mumbled, snuggling
deeper into my seat. I
could feel the delicious
cover of sleep
evaporating, and I was
not happy.
Whoever it was sighed
and dropped my arm.
Good. Now maybe I can
go back—was that
pasta?
My nose involuntarily
twitched as the
delicious smell home-
cooked Italian food
wafted into my nostrils.
Reluctantly, I opened
one eye, my mouth
nearly watering at the
sight of the huge bowl
of pasta in front of me.
“That got your
attention.” Roman
smirked, taking the
seat opposite me.
“You think you’re so
clever,” I muttered,
even as I sat up
straight and grabbed a
fork, eagerly digging in.