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you say, sleep with? Mrs. Fiona Desmond sweats, embarrassed to let Mr. Desmond press down on his body, and ate until the bones were gone. But that's for later... Those non-nutritive books, if you read less, could be better. The brainless girl bit her lip, forcing herself to stay awake a bit, don't think about trivial things all day... 'My book.' While she was still thinking, Damian Desmond pulled out the manga books by Fiona Forger from her desk drawer and pushed them in front of her.

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He places his book down and jumps down the bed. “Hey, what book are you reading?” I ask as I take Venus into my arms. I hold the baby close to my chest, feeling the warmth of her skin seep into me. Ezra’s bright face calms me down immediately. Seeing these two is enough to relieve me of all the pain and stress. “I started Diary of a Wimpy Kid. It's very funny.” He replies and I sit on the floor. He gets on my lap and touches my face with his palm. He frowns as he looks at me. “Mommy, you look tired.” He comments.

It would be tough to gain much weight while surviving on a daily dose of caffeine and adrenaline. My cheeks are hollow and my under eyes hollower. I shake my head like a wet dog, fat drops of water raining down from my hair. With a sigh, I reach for the dryer and proceed to dry it. Walking back into the room, my eye catches on the diary sitting at on the bedside table and I stare at it from afar. I've not been able to open it just yet. That book was once my haven. Once upon a time, I'd lay huddled in the far corner of my wardrobe and poured my heart out into the book, hoping that no one would visit me that night. When I left home, I hadn't taken anything, not even the diary. It's no wonder t

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.” Private. Yeah right. The word only made my curiosity burn hotter, mixing with the ache in my cock that hadn’t gone down one bit. While he stood up to grab another bottle of whiskey from the bar cart across the room, I leaned forward quickly and clicked on the locked file. A password prompt popped up. Fuck. I tried the obvious ones fast,his book title, his name, the date on the manuscript. Nothing. Then on a hunch I typed in a phrase from one of his filthiest scenes. The file opened.

After my adoption, Jessica and I were sent abroad to study and live with our grandparents on our father's side. I got extremely intoxicated when I first tried alcohol and ended up having sexual intercourse with him. I had no recollection of how it happened until the following day when I woke up next to a familiar guy named Bryan Samuel. It was hard to believe that I had given my virginity to my brother's best friend. Still in shock, I panicked and quickly left the room before he woke up and noticed me.

It terrified her. Another loud buzzer sounded and she shuffled her way, with hundreds of kids, towards the entrance. She was jostled roughly by a large girl, and dropped her journal. She picked it up (messing up her hair), and then looked up to see if the girl would apologize. But she was nowhere to be seen, having already moved on in the swarm. She did hear laughter, but couldn’t tell if it was directed at her. She clutched her journal, the one thing that grounded her. It had been with her everywhere. She kept notes and drawings in every place she went. It was a roadmap of her childhood.

Even finding it the right thing to be done. Ren was currently sleeping under a tree with half a pitcher of lemonade to the side. Zia was drawing not to far away of the battle between the Western Empire and the 11th Army of the Empire. Felicity was reading a few medical books on old Alchemy with Elder Tani who was showing a little more into her pregnancy. A very happy Zero and Lan Su were reading on baby care as well. Jackson and Mo Lan just enjoyed each other's company looking at the sky.

She used to write about kindness in the journal she carried everywhere. Whenever life became overwhelming, I'd open one of those pages and remind myself that good people still existed. Standing here now... I was beginning to believe it again. "Aya?" Jamey's sleepy voice floated through the hallway. "In here!" A few seconds later, my younger brother wandered inside without looking where he was going, his nose buried inside a thick book. "Pancakes," he muttered automatically. Then his foot slammed into one of the stools. "Ouch." He looked up.

However, I had lied. The password was not my birthday. However, that did not matter. They had to take my word for it. As expected, upon hearing my response, my father did not ask anything further. He took the diary with trembling hands. I did not read the diary or look at my father’s face. After all, I was already familiar with the content. It was details of Jimmy’s bullying. I had written them down at midnight when I could not sleep from my wounds hurting.