Mary Williams
Stories
13
Chapters
5,230
Words
3.6 M
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Reading
12 d, 15 h
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"Trust me," Noah said, his voice softening as he turned to glance at her. "You're gonna love where we're going." Soon enough, they arrived at their destination. Noah turned into a well-lit parking lot, and as the car slowed to a stop, Sarah's eyes widened in surprise and delight. "Welcome to the racing track!" Noah announced, stepping out of the car and opening the door for her with a flourish. Sarah stepped out, looking around in awe. "How did you know I like watching races? Did Layla tell you…
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The evening was quiet, with only the soft hum of the television breaking the silence in the living room. Layla was upstairs in her room, engrossed in her own world, while her mother, Sarah, sat on the couch, feeling the boredom settle in. They had finished dinner an hour ago, and now, dressed in her elegant yet comfortable black silk pyjamas, Sarah found herself staring blankly at the TV, her mind wandering about yesterday's events. The sudden sound of the doorbell pulled her out of her thoughts. She…
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Aiden couldn't contain his excitement as he continued circling the Lamborghini, his hands almost trembling as he reached out to touch the car. "Noah, this is unreal! Are you serious? How does it feel to drive something like this? And where did you even find the money for it? This thing is worth more than my house!" Noah leaned against the car, crossing his arms with a smirk. "It's a beauty, isn't it? 750 horsepower under the hood, and it handles like a dream. As for the money... let's just say life…
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As the school day ended, Noah and Aiden left their last class, which, ironically, was chemistry. As they headed toward the school gate, they spotted Mark and Layla standing near the entrance. Aiden nudged Noah, reminding him of the earlier breakup conversation. Noah had already told him that he was done with Layla, so he intended to ignore them. However, Mark's eyes were locked on Noah, his expression smug and provoking. As they approached, Mark couldn't resist throwing a jab. "You know, Noah, it's…
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Noah also left the class a few seconds after everyone left because he was digesting the influx of information he received from the 'Basic Fighting skill'. The bell rang, signalling the start of lunch break. As he walked through the bustling halls, he spotted his best friend, Aiden, whom he calls "Fatty." Aiden was a bit on the heavier side, but he had a heart of gold and was always ready with a joke or a helping hand. "Noah! Over here!" Aiden called out, waving enthusiastically. Noah grinned…
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Noah returned to his seat, feeling the weight of the class's stunned silence as he walked. Whispers rippled through the room, most of them filled with disbelief and envy. The student who had earlier mocked him leaned over to his friend, still sceptical. "He's just writing random equations, right? There's no way Noah could actually solve that." But the murmurs of doubt were quickly overshadowed by Ms. Elara's words of praise. "Excellent work, Noah," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.…
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As the classroom settled into a quiet buzz of anticipation, Ms. Elara stood at the front with a confident smile. She was ready to dive into the day's lesson, which was designed to prepare the students for their upcoming mock exams. Her enthusiasm for teaching and her dedication to her students were evident in every word she spoke. "Hello class," Ms. Elara began, "today we are going to go through a few of the hardest exam questions. This is to prepare you for your upcoming mock exam. As you all know,…
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Noah arrived home as twilight settled over Birmingham. The comforting aroma of his mother's cooking filled the air as he stepped inside, greeted by the familiar, worn charm of their modest home. He followed the sounds of conversation to the dining room, where his family was gathered around the small table. Caroline was busy serving dinner, a hearty stew accompanied by fresh bread. David, his father, sat at the table, looking utterly exhausted. The lines on his face were deeper than usual, and his…
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Noah stepped into the house, feeling the stark contrast between the opulent interior and his own modest home. The walls were adorned with tasteful art, and the scent of something floral lingered in the air, a far cry from the utilitarian feel of his kitchen. Layla's mother smiled warmly before pointing towards the staircase. "It's the first room on the floor above," she said. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything." Noah thanked her and made his way up the stairs, excitement mingling with…
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The small kitchen of the Thompson household was filled with the simple aroma of beans and toast, a humble meal that had become a staple in their home. The room was modest, the paint on the walls chipped and faded, and the furniture worn from years of use. But despite the wear and tear, there was a warmth in the air, a sense of family that made it feel like home. "Noah, love, how are your studies going?" Caroline asked, turning to face her son as she set a plate of beans and toast in front of him.…
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