Romans & histoires Cham P

He is tightening his jaws as he read it aloud. “Sam Style Bautista. . . I don’t hear your name here, and I guess you are at the same faculty as me. Faculty of Civil Engineering—it is hard right?” he asked him, looking directly to his soft eyes. Sam looks in the other direction—he is blushing because of the shyness that he is feeling right now. “E-Excuse me, S-Sir,” he is stuttering to go out and leave Mike inside speechless. Nevertheless, he looks at the folder that he is holding. Mike’s heart flutters when he sees the logo of the CAM application embedded.

She compared Maria's photo to Philip's photo, both of them looked so alike and that was when Dana got chills. Maria looked very familiar but she didn't know where she had seen Maria before. Those grey eyes of Philip, she could never forget it. She felt like something was playing with her memory making her experience Deja Vu. In order to confirm and remember, she was going to visit the CRUZ company and have a little chat with the creator of the enterprise, Maria Cruz. Maria got a call from someone that she knew and she excused herself from the board meeting. "Yes, what is it?"

Before we start the journey of our lead, let's meet the people that will give us some fun. Also, I'll be using (') to indicate thoughts. KANATHA TRION Kanatha is also known as Gulf Lewis. A 19-year-old beautiful young man. His hair is long and really beautiful for a man. There's a reason behind his long hair that we will find out soon. He was born a Trion but his identity was snatched away from him because of a bad past that caused him to lose his true family. Secrets about himself will soon be revealed.

༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒ The meeting room smelled like cigarette smoke, whiskey, and tension. The kind of tension that settled into the walls long before anyone walked in, heavy and stale, impossible to ignore.

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It is made of flour, yeast, sugar, oil, and salt. (2) Champorado - or tsampurado is a sweet chocolate rice porridge in Philippine cuisine.

I could hear it from the sound of his voice when he answered her call. The phone had stopped ringing but he was a little hesitant. I heard my name before it was reduced and then one in particular spoke, his voice hardened by the drugs and booze he took. And in a heavy mecican accent, he called— “Wu Chiexon Chang. It has indeed been a while—” My assumptions were right and so i calmed for a moment, maybe at the thought that she was on her way, after all, it was her. It was— It didn’t take long till i dozed off again.

"I'll just apologize to him tomorrow." "So what do you have," Trix directed at Marcus, rubbing her hands together. "Ah," Marcus fumbled through his pocket and pulled out a clear bag. "Nothing right now except this really. I bought of off a gypsy of sorts, said it was organic. I tried it and it didn't do sh*t though," Marcus said. Trix grabbed the bag and observed the powder. As she held it towards the sunlight, it sparkled like the stars. "I'll take it," she said stuffing it in her pocket.

He muttered. Minutes later, she texted him that she had arrived. Alex heart jumped immediately he read the text. "Fuck, this is the moment, this is really the moment, don't freak out, be cool Alex, be cool." He sent a smiley face. Soon, he heard footsteps behind him and a lady came into view taking the sit in front of him. Alex eyes widened in shock. "Chipmunk!" "Fuck."

I asked before pouring another shot at my glass. "Girl, maybe you are the only one who does not know him. FYI he is just the head of Villa Cruz Construction Company. You really got a big fish," she mumbled. "He's the one who caught a big fish. B*tch I am Cassandra Monasterio, daughter of Deyniel Monasterio, the heiress of Monasterio Worldwide," I stated, full of my self. MW is the biggest hotel chain here in the Philippines, we also have 66 branches worldwide.