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Be sensible. Every word carried a commanding tone. He clearly believed I would react the same way I always had—no matter how he mocked or humiliated my feelings, I'd eventually crawl back, apologizing just to stay by his side. Not this time. I gave a small shrug and tossed the phone straight into the trash can—along with the pathetic life I'd once lived. There was nothing left in this town to miss. My gambling father died years ago. I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew.

Why wasn’t my childhood as easy as others’? I feel like my life is a book or movie that people are watching or reading. It is full of drama and complications more than the telenovelas I used to watch. Sometimes I wish I was a character in a movie or book, at least that way I would get a happy ending like the books I read. I remember reading a book series called Chasing Red and Always Red by Isabelle Ronin. That book was addictive that I had lost count of how many times I read it, I got lost in it, I even wished I was living the character’s life instead of my own.

go home and pack your luggage, I will be going to the hospital to keep Theresa company for tonight. "thank you so much aunty Seara, I appreciate all you do for us". *** Andrea got back home and pulled out the book her new boss had given her to study. boldly written on it was KAMASUTRA. what a strange word, she flipped the first page and a gasp escape her mouth. "What a strange beast! he really wants to take me on all this positions?. oh God what have gotten myself to".

Bella was seated in her room, reading her most favorite novel ,One Life to Live. She dimmed the lights in her room, letting the soft glow wrap the walls in a warm amber hue. The cozy light made everything else fade from her sight ,as if the entire world had melted away, leaving only her and the story in her hands. She felt herself transforming, drifting into another world. She sat on her most comfortable reading chair, positioned near the large open window. The cool evening breeze slipped into the room, brushing her skin and stirring her hair. The soft sound of rustling curtains and the faint scent of roses from the garden below made her room feel even more enchanted.

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Horace yanked away the study materials from my hand roughly before leaving with VIvian's hand in his. They ended up going to the backyard garden, which was right in view from my window, so I had a perfect view of them reading books together. That evening, Agnes, the nanny, told me to go downstairs to eat after she finished cooking. I sat across the table from Horace and Vivian as they fed each other throughout the meal, and I didn't so much as raise my head, focusing on eating the meal in front of me.

Nova was deeply engrossed in her reading, a non-fiction book on business strategies that she had picked up on a whim. The sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts, and she looked up to see Lucia entering the room. Franco’s mother was as impeccably dressed as ever, her sleek dark hair styled perfectly, and her sharp features softened only slightly by the faint smile on her lips. And deep down, Nova wondered why she didn't like putting on casual clothes when she was at home. “What are you reading, dear?” Lucia asked as she approached Nova, her tone light yet tinged with curiosity. Nova smiled, holding up the book for her to see. “It’s called The Lean Startup. It’s about how to effectively s

“You look so much like me. I’m so proud of you, you've really learnt a lot these past years and I want you to continue learning more and keep making me proud. I love the way you have never stopped loving me. Mommy will definitely come back for you. But for now, Take care of your sister, and be a good boy, okay?” He stirred, mumbling something in his sleep, but didn’t wake. I sighed in relief and stood up, looking around their room. Then I spotted their books on the bedside table. One of the things we always did together was reading. Maybe, just maybe, I could bring that moment without revealing too much. I picked up one of their favorites from years ago. “The Adventures of Peter Rabbit.” I t

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.