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The folder Eleanor had left behind sat like a loaded gun on the edge of Nathan’s mahogany desk. Anita stared at it for what felt like hours, her fingertips grazing the embossed cover. Nathan stood behind her, silent, a comforting presence. Outside, the sun was beginning to rise, throwing streaks of rose and gold across the vineyards. “She said it held the truth,” Anita whispered. “But truth has never been simple in this family.” Nathan leaned closer. “We don’t have to open it tonight.”

"Your sister has someone with her, so I came up here to be with you." "I don't need you to accompany me, Mommy. You're already tired from working hard all day," Nathaniel said thoughtfully. Yuna kissed his cheek. "Where'd you get the book you're reading?" "Uncle Cedric found it for me. It's good. Do you want to join me, Mommy?" Yuna took a closer look and was rendered speechless. The book was about program coding analysis, and it was complex. "Do you understand what you're reading, Nathaniel?"

I mean with Ancient English and all, it all just seems boring. But reading “the great gatsby” is more interesting than I thought. I was deeply engrossed in the book when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I flinched and sprang my head up to meet the angry gaze of Na..Nathan? “Nathan? What are you doing here?” I was quite bewildered because Nathan is the last person to be seen in a library. Like most typical boys, He hates novels. “I knew I would find you here.” That makes more sense, he came for me.

"You write so beautifully, when you become a lawyer you'll write amazing petitions, that will sell out." "I am not joking with you, why did you burn my books?" Nathan asked this time, slowly. He stood there looking at the devil herself. "What will you do, hit me? Come and beat me then!" She walked closer to Nathan, hitting his chest. "Do your worst, Nathan." "You'll see." Nathan said, then walked out. *** SPECIAL NOTE FROM AUTHOR: Happy new year! #2023 You will achieve more achivements.. You will celebrate more happiness... Your smiles will continues like water fall. Best wishes, ❤️ Pinkie Alaha.

Nathan offers his hand to shake so as Kimberly. "Give my regards to Henry, tell him I miss him, and he owes me one." she smiles widely. "My pleasure to tell him..." Nathan answers, and they both laugh. After the ob-gyn, they watched a movie, The Notebook, based on the bestselling book by Nicholas Sparks. They cuddle each other with popcorn and juice, as Nathan insists, rather than soft drinks. The next stop was eating in a kiddie fast food chain, which they enjoyed most, French fries and spaghetti—then walking around, strolling at the mall, when suddenly!

I stared out the window the whole way, pretending the blur of headlights and trees were more interesting than the chasm widening between us with every passing minute. When I finally stepped into the warmth of the Barrett mansion, I felt like my chest had cracked open, exposing all the soft and bruised parts of my heart I had worked so hard to protect. I kicked off my heels and wandered into the lounge, the scent of fresh wood polish and orange blossoms hanging in the air. I flopped onto the velvet chaise, my coat sliding to the floor, my fingers trembling as I pulled out my phone to check my email. There it was. A food piece Nathan had just published: Tasting Dust and Heaven: The Wild Sweetn

was clean, calm, and smelled faintly like lemon soap and therapy. Rachel led him through a series of white hallways until they reached the common area. There, sitting cross legged in a lavender hoodie with a messy bun and a face that mirrored Rachel’s but with more sarcasm etched into the lines, was Sara. She looked up and pointed. “So this is him.” Nathan stopped two feet short and offered a sheepish smile. “Guilty.” Rachel’s hand brushed his back. “Sara, meet Nathan. Nathan, Sara.” “Nice to meet you,” he said, then added, “I come bearing gifts and an awkward sincerity.” Sara stood, her eyes narrowing just a bit, head tilted like she was inspecting a rare bird. Rachel cleared h

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

ETA to total data loss: 6 hours, 12 minutes. Her coffee was cold. The novel was still unopened. The apartment didn’t feel clean anymore. It felt like a war room she’d tried to pretend was a home. Nathan’s last text sat on her screen: Do nothing well. The red light from her phone painted the ceiling.

The room was clean but plain, nothing like the grand house around it. That night, alone in the small room, Claire finally let herself cry, quietly, into a pillow that smelled like a stranger's house, in a life she never chose. She did not know that just down the hall, Nathan was standing outside his own bedroom door, staring at the wall, feeling something he refused to name. And she definitely did not know that three floors below them, in a private office, Eleanor Cole was sitting across from a man Claire had never met, a man who smiled as he said quietly.