MasukHe immediately entered and then he said “Goblin is this like a hobby of yours or something” I looked at him as he spoke, I observed his perfectly shaped jaw line, his body was well built with each ab standing upright like strands of hair. His lips was well shaped with his eyes placed in positions you could loose yourself in, he was still talking and I didn’t pay any attention as I admired this well built creature. “I am talking to you Goblin, are you deaf or something? This obsession you have with me is getting out of hand, that you now peep at the window everyday trying to know if I’m getting it with another girl?” he smirked At that point my ability to speak was restored “Who gave you right to enter my room?” “Who said it was okay for you to crawl into my window?” “And who told you you’re so important that I’d waste my time spying on you?” “Get out of my room!” “Get out now” Although I did not want him to leave I had to send him out. Davis smiled and then he started coming close to me I tried moving back then he grabbed me and he said “You are not even my type Goblin” and then crawled out ************************************************************* Charity has lived her trying entire life being the perfect daughter, with the good girl attitude she tries to attain a benefiting future for herself. This however is until she gets into college,she then gets involved with Davis in a sexual relationship. although Davis has no feelings for charity, she keeps her hopes up and pushes through with her desires. Will Davis end up falling in love with Charity? or Will Charity destroy her perfectly planned
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I could hear disgusting sounds from the window opposite mine.“What was it this time?” I asked as I walked towards the window to check what the sound I had heard was about, and honestly what I saw did not come as a surprise to me.Davis Garraway was doing what he was best known for and that was making out with a girl.The Garraways lived in the house close to ours, Davis’ window was right opposite mine.I stared intensely through that window trying to figure out if I could identify the girl with shadows I had seen. I knew it would be a different girl I mean it was Davis for Pete’s sake the reigning, defending king of girls. As I looked closer, I tried to make out who it was when Davis noticed I was standing there. “Hey, Goblin what are you doing staring at me” he shouted and opened the curtains to look. My heart raced as I tried to hide, few seconds later I tried peeping again from my hiding spot to see if he had shut the curtains again. “You know goblin you should really try to improve your spying skills” he said as he gave me a stern look. I closed my windows immediately to avoid further discussions with him.Few minutes later I noticed the sound had stopped so I decided to go check if they had concluded their dirty work. I went close to the window and I could not hear sounds anymore. “They have finally ended” I sighed I opened the window to get fresh air and then I saw Davis trying to crawl into my window with his half naked body, I suspect he had to end his duty early to come taunt me. I tried to close the window immediately but he held it with his grip and man that dude has manpower bro.He immediately entered and then he asked “Goblin is this like a hobby of yours or something?” I looked at him as he spoke, I observed his perfectly shaped jaw line, his light ash curly waves that looked like something Justin Bieber would do with his hair, then I looked down and oh, oh, his body was magnificent. His body was well built with each ab standing upright like strands of hair. His lips were well shaped with his eyes placed in positions you could lose yourself in, he was still talking and I didn’t pay any attention as I admired this well-built creature. “I am talking to you Goblin, are you deaf or something? This obsession you have with me is getting out of hand, that you now peep through the window everyday trying to know if I’m getting it with another girl?” he asked as he smirked At that point my ability to speak was restored “Who gave you right to enter my room?”“Who said it was okay for you to crawl into my window?”“And who told you you’re so important that I’d waste my time spying on you?”“Get out of my room!”“Get out now” I ShoutedAlthough I did not want him to leave, I had to send him out.Davis smiled and then he started coming close to me I tried moving back then he grabbed me and he spoke “You are not even my type Goblin” and then crawled outThe valley does not keep track of time the way the city does. There are no billable hours, no fiscal quarters, no frantic, calendar-driven deadlines. There is only the cycle: the ice, the thaw, the green, and the yield.It has been three years since I walked away from the mahogany-paneled offices of London, leaving behind a life that was as polished and hollow as a store-bought mannequin.I am sitting on the porch of the cabin. The wood beneath me is smooth, worn silver by the sun and the weather—a surface I have maintained with my own hands. The orchard we planted in the first year is finally bearing fruit, the trees heavy with apples that taste of nothing but rain, sunlight, and the specific, iron-rich soil of this slope.Elena is down by the creek, working with a team of neighbors on a community-managed irrigation system. They aren't fighting the developers anymore; the developers, frustrated by the valley’s stubborn refusal to accommodate their rigid designs, long ago sold their p
The morning after the storm brought a silence so profound it felt heavy. The valley, washed clean by the deluge, shimmered under a pale, post-rain sun. The creek had retreated into its banks, though it left behind a landscape rearranged—driftwood piled against the bridge pilings, new gravel bars where the path had been, and a thick, rich layer of silt coating the garden's edge.Elena sat on the porch steps, staring at the debris-strewn creek bed where her entire life had been stored in cardboard boxes only twelve hours ago. She looked different—less like a city tourist, more like a survivor. The manicured polish was gone, replaced by the grime of the mud, and her eyes, though exhausted, had lost their frantic, darting edge.I stepped out with two mugs of coffee. I didn't offer sympathy; sympathy is a soft commodity in a place that demands hard ones. I offered the mug, sat down, and watched the water."It’s going to take a week to dig out the silt from the lower rows," I said. "And the
Spring in the valley was a relentless teacher. It didn't care for the elegance of a legal argument; it only responded to the precision of the planting. The "first green" had turned into a lush, aggressive canopy, and the cabin was now surrounded by a riot of life.I was no longer just the woman who had walked away from the firm. I was the woman who knew exactly how many days of sun it took to bring the snap peas to maturity, and how the soil composition near the eastern drainage ditch dictated the yield of our summer squash. The "geometry" of my life had shifted from the abstract to the tangible."The squash is crowding the beans," Davis said, emerging from the garden patch with a trowel in hand. His shirt was stained with chlorophyll, and his forearms were corded with muscle from months of steady work. "If we don't thin them, we’ll lose the nitrogen balance for the later crops."I stepped into the rows, my own hands mud-caked and steady. I didn't reach for a schedule or a spreadsheet
The thaw arrived not with a gentle sigh, but with a rhythmic, percussive roar. The ice on the creek, which had held the valley in a hushed grip for months, shattered in a series of sharp, resonant cracks that echoed off the ridges like small-caliber gunfire. Then came the rush—a torrent of meltwater fueled by the receding snowpack, turning the sleepy stream into a churning, slate-grey artery of life.I stepped onto the porch on the first morning the temperature stayed above freezing, and the smell hit me first. It was the scent of damp, liberated earth—an aroma so dense and fertile it felt like a physical weight in my lungs. Life, having been compressed and frozen, was now expanding with a frantic, almost violent ambition.Davis was already at the creek, testing the structural integrity of the small footbridge we had built the previous autumn. He looked up as I approached, his face mapped with the weariness of the long winter but alight with the kind of primal satisfaction that only c
CHAPTER 33 The sight, the sight that was before me, was wondrous. a white frothy cascade of water falling into a plunge pool, the rocky outcroppings lined up vertically close to the pool, lichen, moss spread out on the horizon, slippery rock to walk on across the fall, lush g
Chapter 32Lying on the bed staring at the 7 inch ceiling decorated with a nice work of aesthetics, I could only imagine the grid of suggestions Tiffany would bring to the table to spice up the whole room. I could not speak nor feel the pain that was draining my breath. I did not know how but drops o
Chapter 30The afternoon was chill, it was cool and calm, with the cold breeze blowing from every direction, I could feel the wind blowing through my hair and into my ears. I felt peace and everything calm. “So, what will you have?” Derick asked Yep, we were already seated in a restaurant, the Jin&Ji
Chapter 29I tried giving her the look of disapproval but my mom being who she is would certainly act like she does not understand the meaning. But hold up champ, what exactly is your problem with Derick coming over to your house for a meal. Well incase you have not realized it all these years but mo






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