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Hamza has gone out to talk to Farhan regarding his work. "Ami, let me call Hafsa api (sister) then I'll show you guys your gifts," Hooriya smiled as Batool nodded her head. Hooriya made her way to Hafsa's room and knocked once before she heard a light 'come in,' Hooriya stepped inside and was greeted by Hafsa who was sitting on the couch with a book in her hand. Hafsa folded the corner of the page and closed the book as she faced Hooriya.

"Yes, Mr. Eldridge?" "Please connect me with Marcus Whitmore, he is a manager of a Eldridge bookstore and a friend, I need to speak with him" "Right away sir" I wait in my office for the phone to ring. I tap the sensor in the room which triggers to sound proof walls. "Hello, this is Mr. Whitmore" I sit down at my desk. "Marcus, it's Hunter" I hear something drop in the background, and I hear him curse. "Holy shit! Hunter, to what do I owe the honor my lord?" he tells me, his old british accent slightly leaking through.

California is indeed a beautiful place. Soon, Heath parked in front of a coffee shop that looked like it came out from a movie. One word:Breathtaking. I got out of the car before Heath could come over, seeing that his face fell, I shot him a smile as we walked into the coffee shop with his hands on my lower back. "Choose a spot, I will go place our order. What would you like?" Heath asked softly. I looked around and told him what I wanted, Heath hurried to place our order while I walked to a spot that received sunlight. I sat down and took a quick picture to send to Ace. I am alive and well😉-R

My attention remained at the locket I was holding. When I flipped the locket open, I found himself checking out the woman sitting next to the boy and their father. Her innocent eyes seemed to be twinkling as she shyly smiled at the camera. Her long black hair hanging 'til her stomach looked so smooth that I felt the need to caress it myself. Damn it, what the hell was happening to me? How could a stranger in a photograph make my heart turn savage with just one look?

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The weather was a bit chilly, so she grabbed a black hoodie and shrugged it on then walked out of the room. She sauntered into the kitchen and found a redhead sitting on the island absentmindedly munching an apple, totally engrossed in the book she was holding. Najmah had wanted to step out but the title of the book caught her attention, so she walked in and right that moment, the redhead glanced up from her book and settled her gaze on Najmah. "Harry Potter and the cursed child huh?" Najmah smiled at her. "Yeah," the redhead beamed, placing a bookmark on the page before setting the book on the island. "Have you read it?"

“Come inside. You both must be exhausted after today.” As they stepped into the large, elegant entrance hall, Aiden felt something strange settle deep in his chest. The floors were polished marble, the walls adorned with tasteful art, and soft lighting gave the entire space a surprisingly warm feel despite its grandeur. His life had changed completely in a single day. He had lost the only home he had ever known, even if it had never truly felt like home. But standing inside the massive DeLuca mansion, surrounded by unfamiliar luxury and the quiet presence of Alexander and his mother, he had a strange feeling that this place might change his life in ways he couldn’t yet imagine.

The entryway was littered with shoes as if many people had walked through the path. And that wasn't the most shocking part. What stunned me most was the continuous dinging of text message notifications on my phone: "Dear Mr. Winston Shand, your savings account ending in 7824 at the Construction Bank has a remaining balance of 0.78 dollars." "Dear Mr. Winston Shand, your savings account ending in 9876 at the Industrial and Commercial Bank has a remaining balance of 0.08 dollars."

, she said in one breath. Raven smiled at her. She took the plate from the girl and started to eat, looking at the white dress on the bed. There was lace lingerie, with silver shoes with heels on the floor. Everything is simple and yet beautiful. “There’s no need for fear”, she said to the girl. “What’s your name?” Raven asked her. “Selma, my queen”, she was smiling a bit. “I’m not your queen Selma”, she said with a smile, starting to prepare herself for a shower.

His thoughtful words resonated with the sentiment behind the vintage book. Bella, touched by the gesture, held the book with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "Avery, this is incredibly thoughtful. It's not just a book; it's a piece of history and a beautiful symbol of our shared love for stories," she expressed, her eyes conveying the depth of her appreciation.