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I like this new version of her. She looks brighter and more her… It’s as if I’ve only seen the real her for the first time.

Darnick I hate that I have become infatuated with her, with her golden hair and smile that outshines the sun. She is beautiful and she doesn’t even realise, her mind is incredible especially when it comes to healing. She talks about herbs, what to use for what and what to mix with what for certain things.

Makeup streaked down her face, she shoved her mom aside and screamed. "This is all your fault, you witch! I raised your kid! I paid for this damn wedding! What am I, a joke to you?" She charged like she wanted a fight. Jack tried to stop her—she pushed him away. I held my ground. Wanted to see what she'd actually do. She lunged. I stepped aside. She hit the floor hard, grimacing in pain. I looked down at her. "Don't blame me or yourself. Blame the trash you picked."

Damn that suave nature of his, damn it all! “Well let me get it on,” she said with a small squeak. She raced up to her room, putting it on and heading back down. It was a black bikini, with a small bit of padding in the bust area so her nipples wouldn’t poke out. Her butt hugged the bottoms though, and she could see Darren’s eyes glazing over it. “Sorry for the wait,” she said. “Not at all. You look cute though,” he said. “Thanks,” she blushed.

I fіgurе іt must be hеr trаdеmаrk. Her ѕkіn is раlе and ѕісklу. Her hаіr іѕ jеt blасk. It’ѕ literally mіdnіght blасk. Shе’ѕ bone-thin so lеаthеrу аnd tіnу.

Her! he remembered, how she could be gay just to basked in natures. How she jumped in joy indulging himself from natures beautiful sight. She loved natures so much. She loved to be one of natures. That's why natures adores her too. Its as if she was its goddess. Infact she is a goddess for him. An Enchantress. His queen. Her! No one can compete to her love. To her care. To her best soul. No one can compete to her humbleness, to her kindness. No one can compete to her.

she asked gently “I am going away now, we won’t be seeing each other for a very long time, and we both know my coming here has brought you nothing but distress, so we have to break up, as we speak I am sure my Dad has booked my flight for tomorrow, he would even schedule it for this night if possible”

My whining just caused her to look at me like I was annoying her. “Yes, but I have to get both of us ready which means that we need to start now. We only have,” she paused to look at her phone, “five hours!” Her eyes widened like that wasn’t near long enough. “Fine,” I sighed knowing there was no point in arguing with her. I stomped, like a child, to my vanity and sat down. The vanity had been a gift for my 13th birthday from Gia in hopes that it would inspire me to be more girly, it didn’t work.

She channeled her energy into perfecting every detail, ensuring that her role in the ceremony would shine with an inner radiance that Hera's superficiality could never overshadow. Behind closed doors, Lisa sought solace in moments of quiet reflection. She turned to the soothing melodies of her favorite music, letting the familiar tunes wash over her and drown out the echoes of Hera's spiteful remarks. These moments of respite allowed her to recharge, to gather her strength and renew her resolve in the face of adversity.

she adds, referring to my question about the cut on her lip and she walks on, heading for the kitchen while I just stare at her. It's not the mating season yet but I can't help the strong pull I'm feeling toward Hera. Is it her fiery temper? Or her red hair that stops right above her shoulder and looks so soft that I just want to touch it all the time? Or is it her beautiful face and unique pale skin? Or her petite figure? Or rather, her grey eyes that always grow wide when she's surprised or how they squint when she's angry or how the corners turn up when she's giving a challenging look?