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She did what she could to at least see a handful of places and she often wondered if it was because she was a writer that made traveling so poetic for her, but she loved the mere thought of new people, new cultures, new beliefs and everything that came with vising a new place. Here she was, going to one of her dream countries to fulfill one of her greatest dream; having a shot at Parks publishing firm. She didn’t know if she should be in the boy’s room thanking them repeatedly for making all this happen or run round the house and let her excitement let loose. “Are you guys ready?” Mr. Adams calls out from downstairs, making Cassie squeal in excitement, before surfacing with her little suitca

I didn't expect so many people to support this woman. Damn it! Wo Jun's eyes crossed a trace of gloom. 'Miss He is my book powder?' Cassie raised the pen in her hand with a smile: 'If it is, let me sign it for you now.' Good for evil, suddenly let HeJun completely speechless. She didn't stay or leave, and she still had a new book by Cassie in her hand. The name of the new book is 'Looking at the Beauty with Tea', which is really beyond words.

Leo face palmed and Edgar was happy. "Oh then in that case you must definitely join us. Please." Cassie smiled coquettishly before she sat down. Edgar too also sat down. "Ok then shall we order." "You have a lot of powerful friends", Cassie said as she glanced at Leo ignoring Edgar. Leo raised his head and looked at her. "Makes me very curious about who you really are", she continued as she picked up the menu. "Does it?" Leo asked in a husky voice. "Yes it also makes me want you even more", she replied in an equally low and slightly seductive voice.

Around her, Ledger, Alison, and Dorothy were watching closely. “What is it?” Ledger asked. Cassie didn’t answer right away. “Dorothy, do you have any Monarchcrest yearbooks from the past four years?” “Yes. Last year’s, at least.” “Get it. Please.” The urgency in her tone pushed Dorothy to her feet. Cassie followed her to the library. The shelves were high and packed neatly. As soon as Dorothy passed the book to her, Cassie flipped through it. Then she found it. Zeke’s picture. Under it, the name printed clearly: Zeke Jr. Evans L.

* “I worked at an orphanage where Miss Cassie McCarthy donated supplies. Most people give once and vanish. Miss Cassie came every month. She didn’t just give money; she played with the kids. She learned their names. She read them stories. She stayed hours longer than she needed to. If this is the same woman being called a gold digger on the internet, then the internet is blind.” Cassie’s vision blurred. She blinked furiously, refusing to cry in the middle of the hallway. But it didn’t stop there. The posts kept flooding in, like waves crashing against a fragile dam. * “Cassie once paid for my textbooks in college. I didn’t even ask. She overheard me crying to a friend about dropping out, and

Right now she wished she had her camera on, this would be big news. ‘’Why look at me like that?’’ Carlos asked when Cassie’s eyes wouldn't leave him. He felt flushed under her intense gaze. ‘’You own the biggest and most exquisite land in the country and it was a gift at just ten years old. And you say it like it is some noodles standing by the road?’’ Cassandra asked. She has seen a good number of struggling individuals. She did grow up with all she could ever need and more, but meeting Frank Edwards and Kelly showed her the other side of life.

Cassie probed as I rifled through my wardrobe for whatever remaining clothes had made the trip to London. “I don’t know. He keeps sending me mixed messages. He definitely enjoys the sex, but I’m not sure if he still sees me as just a possession. I don’t know,” I replied honestly. Cassie slipped into a floral skirt and long sleeved top, adding the extra cute factor with a pair of high heels I wouldn’t dream of wearing. In comparison to my go-to jeans and t-shirt, she was Malibu Barbie. A touch of makeup and a flick of her hair, and she looked ready to conquer the world. While I looked like I had spent the day doing housework.

The streets were lined with flower beds in full bloom, local shops with hand-painted signs and people who nodded as they passed, faces a little older, a little wiser, but kind nonetheless. Cassie wandered slowly, hands in her pockets, letting her steps take her where they pleased. Her first stop was the bookstore, Willow Pages, a two-story shop that still smelled of pinewood shelves and well-loved novels. She didn’t stay long but bought a worn paperback she had once read in high school, more for the nostalgia than the plot.

Book two for Theirs is now published on this site under the named US, soon the books will be joined and made into one novel but for now, they are separate books. I just want to thank you guys for the continuous support and I hope you enjoy the book. . . SNEAK PEAK Cassidy's POV "Starr," I called out softly, my body pressed against her office wall as she continued to leave wet kisses along my neck. "Sshh," she silenced as she began undoing my jeans.

I force words onto the screen, build an outline, create structure where there is none. This is what I know how to do. This is who I am. Cassie Monroe. Future doctor. Medical student. Survivor. Not some girl who falls apart because a boy broke her heart. The apartment door opens. Maya's voice calls out. “Cassie? I got your favourite food!” I save my document and close my laptop, taking a breath and putting on the mask. “Coming!” When I step out of the room, Maya's setting containers on the kitchen counter. She looks at me carefully as if she's assessing my face.