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It was beautifully carved with their names—John & Rose. So this was her surprise. John's face lit up. "Do you like it?" Rose asked John. She handed him the lock so that he could have a closer look. "Of course, baby...This is the best." He grinned, staring at their love lock. "Let's do this," Rose said. John nodded, grinning ear-to-ear. They both locked their love lock and threw the key into the river. My smile didn't leave my face as I watched them.

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Loveth staggered drunkenly as she bade Rachael goodnight , all she wanted right now was her bed . Things were starting to look couple to her as she managed to walk back to her room . Looking around carefully like she could see anyone staring at her . Loveth took her steps carefully trying not to fall , opening doors and walking through without bother . She finally got to her destination and went in but she was too drunk to realise where she was . " what are you doing here ? ."

"Don't be a stranger now. You know my house is always open for you. I heard from the attorney that you've been staying with that girl. Is she treating you right?" "She is," I confirmed. "You have nothing to worry about." "Good, and if Leandro is breaking girl's hearts, tell me so we can spank him." "I heard that mom," he said again. "I meant for you to hear it." Looking back at me she said, "Since both of you are here, I think I'll rest for a while and have margarita with the mister. That's okay with you?" "Of course," I said.

He jumped to his feet, unsteady for a moment. Aster thought that he was going to confess to Carina and tell her about his feelings for her if he got to see her again. If he hadn't been sure of his feelings toward her in the past, at least, he could now tell her surely that he loved her. However, he never thought that Carina had been disappointed in him to this extent, that she didn't even want to see him anymore. "Good morning, Mr. Ducant. I'm Leo Chastain, the divorce attorney for your ex-wife, Ms. Carina Sherwood," Leo said, handing the file in his hand over to Aster.

“Felix, I want you to be safe and happy, always.” He gently placed a necklace around my neck. It was a butterfly pendant, wings spread wide, something he had saved up for after months of part-time work. He said, “Sis Chloe, we’re going to fly away from here together.” That was the last time he ever called me “Sis.” I woke up feeling parched, as if my throat were on fire. “Water...” My voice, barely a whisper, wasn’t loud enough to reach the person standing by the door.

" I saw he was loved out of pity, The worst kind of love there is. To keep a hold on someone, Because you think they're weak " Iris's P.O.V. Nine pm and I heard the front door of the house open. I was in the kitchen blending some fruits to make a smoothie when Dylan walked in. " Hey babe. Where's Louisa?" He came up to me and kissed my forehead. " She slept early, I think her dance class was too stressful today"

"Alright, it's all my fault. Now sit down and eat." She spread jam on her toast and continued, "Hendrix, my wedding is next weekend. No matter what happens, I want you to push everything aside and be our wedding photographer. It's a way to honor the bond we've shared for over 20 years." Suddenly, the doorbell rang. A maid went to answer it, only to see a person she didn't recognize standing outside. "May I ask who you are here for?" The person at the door was a modest-looking middle-aged woman. Smiling, she said, "Hi, may I speak with Mr. Hendrix Gorman? I'm from a charity organization.

Pov. Amber I hop off my motorcycle and whip my helmet off, I look around the school parking lot to see the group that I spotted when I rolled in, staring at me. One of the men really catches my attention. He has to be about six foot six, he has jet black hair and cold gray eyes. He’s leaning on a 1969 black Impala. Out of nowhere some chick in a cheerleading outfit pops up in front of me. “Hi I’m Josephina!” She yells at me in one of those peppy voices you would hear in one of the “Bring It On: movies.

She’d grabbed a Pepsi, washed the pill down with it, and prayed. It was a mere matter of seconds before the door swung open after her soft knock. Jim’s eyes glistened with a mixture of amusement and something else as he stepped aside to allow her entrance. “I’ve been having a fascinating conversation with lover boy,” he said softly as she entered his compact and neatly organized apartment. She was both curious and hesitant to know the topic of this fascinating conversation was. “Do tell.” “You’re gonna need a drink for this one,” Jim said as he guided her to a chair opposite the sofa that contained a clearly nervous Tristan. “Beer or something stronger?”