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My eyes literally widened in my eye sockets as my heart begins to pound in my chest and I swear to God I should laugh at myself because the woman that I am jealous of is nobody else but me. Shit, that's me. A smile grew on my face and all the negative feelings just vanished like thin air. I couldn't believe it! It was me. That is really seriously for me. The photo was obviously from last night at the bowling alley and then I remembered when I saw a flash from last night and it was from him. I am undeniably speechless that he posted this photo on his I*******m! I'm on Milo Beckett's I*******m! I stared longer at the photo which he posted on I*******m that was in black and white and I can defi

It was as if they existed in their own little world, oblivious to the absolutevdiscomfort they are causing me. With a clenched jaw, I watch as she invites him in. My heart pounds crazily in my chest and the sting of jealousy gnaws even more at me from within. Where is this brotha going? Must be selling cookies or some shit... =================================== This book takes a lot to write... I would appreciate it if you could show me some love :-) ... Please remember to vote, comment, share and follow! Kellisa Kelly

It was as if the other person was trying to totally consume the other person in their own way by fornicating. End of Book one.

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Chapter 21: Arlo’s POV – Outside Currents Arlo shoved his notebook into his bag as the economics lecture ended, the professor’s voice still echoing about market distortions and hidden costs. The irony wasn’t lost on him. His own life felt like one giant hidden cost right now—living in Nikolai’s penthouse, kissing him, letting those careful touches linger longer each night.

I draped her pancakes with honey and dropped it on the table right in front of her, serving it with a glass of milk, after which I went back to the kitchen and had mine with a cup of hot chocolate. No one was at the hospital when I got there, and luckily for me, I brought a book along, so I sat right beside the bed and started reading the book. The book was “ My Father's Wish” by Bellaboy, a touching story of how a young man, Hunter, was set up by his late father's will to marry his middle school bully, Hazel, just so that he; Hunter, could claim his inheritance.

He immediately pulled me into his embrace. I surrendered like a bloom upon the tide, allowing him to lead the rhythm of the moment. In the haze of intimacy, William suddenly tightened his embrace, letting out a stifled sound of release. He provided unequivocal proof that the rumors were truly unfounded. He definitely had no trouble performing in bed! It wasn't long before the church bells chimed for midnight. William and I were enjoying our loving interlude, with him kissing the crown of my head as though I were the most prized possession in existence.

My heels echoed as I walked inside, drawing stares. And then I saw him. He was already there, I rolled my eyes in my headd, Of course he was. He sat at the far end, back straight, one arm draped over the booth like he owned the place. He'd grown into his bones. The boy I once mocked was gone. In his place was a man with sharp edges and eyes that burned even across the room. His suit looked expensive, but it wasn't the clothes it was the way he wore them. Like nothing could touch him.

When the sun the up? Oh, well. I throw my phone carefully on the blue pillow on the bed. I haven’t read in a bit, so I take one of my favorite books. Though I have read it numerous times, it’s an epic book. I run my finger on the letters on the cover page of the book. The letters reads: THE OUTSIDERS. I sigh satisfyingly and begin my book. In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator.

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!