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He smiled then looked at a boy standing near the door "Anything you don't finish today will be done tomorrow and next week you both face the school lavatories" I felt a bit of relief as I stared at the boy, at least I am sure we would finish the work today. I didn't care more to look at his face that was hidden under his scattered hair, all I can see is the bridge of his pointed nose. "Devin Johnson, meet Emilia Johnson," Mr. Jared said, his bored face lit as a bright smile appeared in his face "Such a lovely connection!" He exclaimed "The same Last name and the same hobby! Make sure you don't break each other"

"See. We barely know each other. Apart from little hello hi we haven’t talked about anything. But there is a certain urge that I want to meet you again and again and talk to you. Even if you seem friendly I don’t know how to explain." Alex was confused too but he was still waiting for him to continue. And he was free anyway. "How about we start from start"? Emerson suggested and Alex raised his eyebrow. "Okay I guess its better". "Well. Hello. I am Emerson Donovan. A PHD in ROBOTOICS. And I have a little garage that I manage with my friends as the production unit. So far am good in earning and managing my financial life.

Emelda puffed, her accent as profound as ever, “It does good for the brain.” Olivia smiled, “Have you ever contacted Ilya’s father?” Emelda shrugged, “Don’t know who it is, frankly don’t care. He’s a Maldov at the end of the day, a male.” “Males are really important huh?” “Yes.” Emelda nodded, “You’ll know that soon when you get pregnant.” Olivia’s eyes twinkled at the mention of pregnancy. She’d barely touched lips with the husband who tempted her, talk less of getting naked and doing the deed.

“Why is Ivanov interested in this?” The contact shrugged. “Power, control. If he believes Emily is the Catalyst, he’ll want to use her abilities for his gain.” The observer nodded, closing the folder. “Thank you. This helps a lot.” “Be careful,” the contact said, their voice low. “Ivanov is dangerous, and he won’t hesitate to eliminate anyone who gets in his way.”

IVAN Emilia and I started our senior secondary class Last week in a new school . I'm an art student(ss3) and she is a science student(ss2). In my own view,i think the school is OK,just OK. The only annoying thing is the way girls keep gawking and swooning at me.That got me thinking ,if they haven't seen a guy before. .

Riccardo chuckled, smug as ever, “or is that Mr. de Luca?” Riccardo ran his own network, one that operated where mine didn’t. Places my name deliberately stayed out of. If anyone could move unseen there, it was him. “Five foot seven. Black hair. Green eyes,” I said, skipping pleasantries. “Name’s Emilia.” I left out her surname. There was no need to invite curiosity. There was a pause before Riccardo spoke “And what do I get in return?” “I hate this guy,” Theo muttered, shaking his head.

He smiled as he said, “I will make you understand.” He offered his hand to me, “My name is Emmet, Emmet Stanford. I am an asshole who usually thinks like an ass but I am working on it. I love sex, and usually wear a condom when I do the act, but with you I want it bare. I want every part of you. I don’t do relationships, but now that I've met you, I am realizing how beautiful a relationship could become. As long as it’s with you. I would let you beat me in chess because I love to see that smile on your face, but know that there will be times when I will be relentless.”

Damien As I sat in my study, the weight of the day's events pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket, my mind raced with a thousand thoughts and worries. Isabella and I had paid a visit to her father, Emilio, seeking answers about his past involvement as the Puppeteer behind Renaissance. But what should have been a straightforward conversation had quickly devolved into chaos, with Emilio's uncouth behavior casting a shadow of unease over our already tumultuous lives.

all these thoughts ran through Liam’s mind. “Liam, how are you?” Emilia said. Liam was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t hear Emilia talk. Emilia hit his left hand. “Are you okay?” Emilia said. “Sorry…, I am good. I just woke up not quite long ago,” Liam said. “Alright. Who is that youngster?” Emilia said. “His name is Ethan; he is Davies’ male cousin. You haven’t seen him before?” Liam said.

Emil blurted out and I froze at my spot. "That's right mommy. When are you going to tell us that Mr Asphalt Lavine is our father?" Emilia supported her brother, rendering me speechless. "How do you both know about him?Did he tell you that?," I asked them worried that Asphalt must have told them something. "No silly mommy, we have been seeing him on tv. Plus he looks exactly like me. I thought he was my future self that day," Emil got out his bag from where he had kept it hanging behind his back.