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(I'm all good, and you? "Non male" (I'm not bad). "ho sentito della morte di tuo Padre" (I heard about the death of your father). "Accetta le mie più sincere condoglianze" (accept my sincerest condolences). He added. "Grazie" (thank you). "Chi è questa bellazza?" (Who is this beauty?). He referred to Kris. "La mia ragazza" (my girlfriend). "Ah...hai degli occhi buoni come tuo Padre" (ah...you have good eyes like your father). "Forgive me Bella(the beautiful one), I'm Alessandro". He extended his hand to Kris and she took it, smiling shyly.

The club was blaring hard rock music. It smelled like sweat mixed with expensive cologne. And, it smelled, vaguely, like gunpowder. But maybe that was just in my head, considering the number of guns I was near these days. The name of the club was The Nostra. I thought it was weird, as it sounded like something related to the nose. Landon explained that it meant 'the thing' in Italian. Too much of Italian. I was surrounded by everything from that damn country. God.

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

] Will despaired at the thought, but he was too terrified to move. The armored Orc's yellow narrow eyes calmly ȧssessed the situation in front of him. He looked back at the two Orcs who accompanied him and said something Will didn't understand. The Orc then slowly walked towards the cave entrance completely ignoring Chief. This made Chief furious and he charged the big Orc, however all the Orc did was wave his hamaxe towards where Chief was approaching. The blow bȧrėly grazed Chief, as he was able to dodge it ahead of time. However the Orc just let out an annoyed growl, as if using any more effort on this Goblin was just a waste of time. He still swung again though, and this time the blunt e

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“Stop doing that!” They giggled in unison and Zehra sighed in defeat. At sixth period Lucas sat next to Zehra in physics. The teacher was Mrs. Baren, a middle aged bony witch who seemed to draw pleasure from driving innocent students schizophrenic using the torturous method of Physics. “The constant K,” she boomed, “is one by four pi efselon zero.” Lucas passed Zehra a piece of paper. 'Is she even speaking English?' Zehra smiled and scribbled back.

Mathew didn't care anyway. "My secret." Philip said with a smile and they both laughed. "Anyway, this is Clara Hamilton, and Clara, this is Philip Cruz." Dr. Mathew said. "Nice to meet you," Clara said shaking hands with Philip. "And you too." Philip replied. "Ella es hermosa ¿no?" Dr. Matthew asked in Spanish because he knew that Clara couldn't understand it. In translation, he was asking Philip, if Clara was beautiful and Philip smiled. "You have a very good sense of humor, Dr. Mathew." Philip replied, determined not to let the old man's question get into his head. He didn't like cheating people so her had to answer in English so as avoid the question.