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KID ✓ KID
Hello everyone and welcome to (KID) the part two of the first book, I’m glad you stuck around for it. The part one was about Karen, but part two KID is about William, we will get to see who he is, read him like a book (and I know some of you are going, “yes!!!! Finally”) I am glad too and we will know his flaws, weakness and pain and the theme in this book would be a little darker than the previous, but for my young readers, I’ll try not to make it too dark. “The first time I saw her, I knew I loved her; the last time I saw her, I knew she hated me.” William McQueen. Rory slaps the bottle of whiskey away from my hand and it falls to the floor, making the whiskey pour out of it. I glance up at him and throw him a hard glare, hoping he takes the hint of his unwelcome presence, but he doesn’t take the hint. No, he bluntly ignores it. He came here about an hour ago and he’s been staring at me like a fish in need of water and as much as it was revolting; it was also annoying. I’m not
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“I don’t trust anyone when it comes top Karen, not even myself.” William~ “Come to bed,” Jean whines, as she sits up on the bed and if I am not trying to finish up paperwork from the office, I would have happily joined her. “You work too much and now you’re working into our alone time.’’ She points out, emphasising on the alone. I chuckle and turn around to have a quick glance at her and I almost lose it at the sight of her. Her long red hair resting on her shoulder and down to her back and although she’s taken off her makeup, she still looked like the perfect display of angelic presence. I grip the pen in my hand hard and turn away from her. The document I have been working on were expansion project I plan on showing to the board members at tomorrow’s meeting and I couldn’t wrap it up before worked closed. It's surprising that at this point I still have to prove myself a worthy leader who can run the McQueen company every day. My late father may have founded the company and have m
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Note - Japhia (pronounced like Ja- fire) “I’m fucked up and you will be better off as far away as possible from me now.” Karen’s POV Sometimes British guys can be so adorable, and sometimes they can also be so annoying! And to prove my point, I have an annoying one trailing behind me right this minute. “Wait up, babe,” Japhia calls to me through the crowd of students hurrying to get into the hall for the lecture. There is a pile of books in his hand and he increases his pace while climbing the stairs to catch up with me. I clench my notebooks in my hands, and I double my pace. “Sorry Japhia, the lecture’s almost starting and I hate being late!” I yell to him, pushing the students standing around on the stair to get through. “What are you talking about?” He asks, ridiculous tone dripping from his voice. I hear books fall to the floor, as I look back lo-and-behold the books Japhia was holding earlier are now on the floor and the papers in some books are now flying everywhere and I
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“There was a time I would walk away and let you be, but that time’s gone, Karen. I’m not leaving and you can’t make me.” William ~ I stare at him on my bed in his black tuxedo and black trouser. His hair is now really long, which is a vast difference considering the last time I saw him three years ago. He was having an extremely low cut and, like always, it fit him perfectly. Then I notice his legs are on my bed, which means his shoes are also on my bed. If I remember correctly, I took the bedsheets to the dry cleaner a few days ago and spent a lot of money on it. It’s a lot because I work for my money with my part-time job at the bar and nothing is free. So if he’s looking for a way to annoy me, he just did. “I never knew you were a tragedy fan,” he says, flipping the page of the book that he hasn't stopped reading in the last couple of minutes I’ve been here. I don’t utter a word as I stay at the door glaring at him and hoping it gets hot enough and set him on fire. “You can st
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“The only problem is; I don’t like sharing, especially sharing what’s already mine.” William~ “Everyone’s nightmare.” He replies. Marco drops the bottle of wine on the bar counter and gets down from the high stool and walks towards the one who just spoke and the thugs holding me turn around and I see William wearing a murderous look on his face. Marco is that male that makes pitiful girls like us feel tall, standing at probably five feet two or three inches. He looks so pitiful now, standing before William standing at six feet three inches tall. Marco raises his hand in surrender. “Look, I don’t have an issue with you man, I have scores to settle with her!” he points to me. William’s eyes avert to me then they go back to him, still void of any emotion what so ever. “So do I. So for everyone’s safety, I ask you to hand her to me.” I hiss, “I’m right here, and for your information, I think both of you are stupid if you think I’m going anywhere I don’t want to tonight.” I wave my c
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“You must hate me, us.., the McQueen.” William~ William POV Twenty-three years ago. As a child, the first death I knew was that of Mrs Rachel Butler, and it was also the first that gave me heartache, but it sure wasn’t my last. I walk over to where Rachel was heartache, presently doing the cleaning and in her hand is father’s favourite Chinese jar. And getting to her, I paused, watching her. She was a beautiful woman, the fairest I have ever seen and I always remember wishing to one day have a woman as beautiful as Rachel. Her straight long black hair, her dazzling blue eyes and, just like the pretty queen she was, her body went to fit her perfectly, not too big and not too small. I remembered the first wedding I could ever attend was theirs. I was seven and, more than anything; and I wanted to be part of it. The love story of Samuel Butler and Rachel Gonzalez I cherished in my heart. Being one of the wooing team of Samuel at six, I felt eager to see their love become something
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“Death doesn’t scare me. I’ve stared into its face many times. You scare me because I can’t look at you without going crazy.” William~ As my eyes slowly open, the first thing I notice is the room of which I’m now confined to. My eyes do a quick scan of the room and as I notice I’m not in hell, I try to reason out what must have brought me to my state of being now. Only one name brought the answer; Karen. “Look who’s finally awake.” Comes Karen's voice, inserting fake glee into her tone of voice. “Were you hoping I wouldn’t?” I arch my brow and ask, my eyes darting to across the room to see her on a stool and looking at me. “Would you blame me if I did? I spent three years living like you never exist. Dying would have helped me ensure that fact.” I give her a pain stained smile because her words were hurtful as there were cold. She now reminds me of someone I hate, someone who’s just as cold, someone whose heart wasn’t in the right place. She is reminding me of myself. We can’t
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“Not all male has the privilege of being wealthy and physically endowed at the same time.” Karen~ Third POV He pulls back and stares into her blue eyes. “I meant it when I said I loved you, Karen. Do you still love me?” “No, William, I don’t.” She immediately answers, stepping away from him and his eyes open to a dark room. Hearing the soft moan of William from across the bed where he lays and Karen turns to look at him, with her eyes painfully straining in its socket. It has indeed been a horrific and terrible night, she thought, and if there was another word better than horrific, she sure would have used it. “Look who’s finally awake!” She exclaims in glee but inwardly scowls. “Were you hoping I wouldn’t?” He arches his brow and asks, his eyes darting across the room to meet her on a stool and staring back at him. She’s wearing a white crop top and a blue trouser. Her long brunette hair packed into a messy bun, her blue eyes looking tired and a little weak in the same goddess
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