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Deric said, "You know, I might have fallen in love with you the first time I helped you. And it seems that fate brought us together again through Carla's hand." Caraline shook her head slowly, sitting for a while. She truly felt unworthy of being by Deric's side after khowing his identity. However, at the same time, she didn't want to lose Deric a second time. While being drenched in tears, her heart was truly warm because she had found happiness again. "Do you love an imperfect man like me?" Deric asked. Caraline stared at the ocean-blue bead in front of her intently. Suddenly all of her memories with Deric became vivid impressions popping up all around her. She loved her time with Deric ev

"Thank you for the compliments, but not everything is good, Gisela. Humanity is too corrupt, and one seeks how to save oneself. Not everything is about giving to be right with God, nor are we all neighbors. That's a somewhat complex topic that I would have to explain to you beyond the wise scriptures. Don't look at me like that. I'm not a father; I'm a man who likes to read, work, enjoy life, and give thanks every time he wakes up and goes to sleep." My perfect man! "You're a box of surprises," I smile. It's impossible not to recognize how good he is. "Do you love your parents? Why do they allow you to go through this?" And there I go, sticking my nose into matters that don't concern me. Now

She didn't want to think about anything, she clung to those firm arms. Gael sighed heavily, hugging the young woman. When I touched that skin, I felt that there was no other place more perfect than that, what if she screams and insults me, sometimes love is not so perfect, because I know that I would not be the most perfect with her. Gael loved him.

It was a showroom model of what an ideal life would look like. She went over to the dresser and flung open the top drawer. There, among folded garments, they looked back at her. The sizes were correct, but they all felt alien. She stroked the softness of a cashmere sweater, wishing something would happen-a memory, a feeling, anything. Nothing. She moved to the next drawer and found a trove of jewelry. Delicate, elegant pieces. A wedding ring glimmered in the light, and she picked it up, revolving the chilly metal in her hands.

Emily began, with her head bowed, as she walked slowly, “You all risked your necks, just to save me because I chose the wrong answer. I'm actually ashamed of my reality. Perhaps I'm really an attention seeker. Perhaps I get jealous of Keira sometimes, and maybe I do wish Nikkie liked me. I guess I really am…” “Human.” I said before she could put something worse there. A sigh escaped me, “You're only human, so why do you need to perfect? Humans are the most imperfect things ever made, so why do you have to die for doing things everyone else has done? Why do you have to criticize yourself like you just massacred a whole town? I'm sure you're going to change, so it's no big deal anymore. Saving

Five years later "I have a special gift for you, I hope you like it," Aurora whispered as she played with her fingertips on Dave's bare chest, creating abstract lines there. "I don't need any gifts, for me, you and our child are the greatest gift in my life," Dave replied, reaching for Aurora's slender fingers that were dancing on his chest, kissing each fingertip one by one. "But this is a truly special gift from me!" Aurora teased, then forced herself to get up from Dave's chest, who was still unwilling to let go of her after their passionate encounter.

" I lied. I didn't tell him that in that moment under the chandelier, what I actually thought was, 'What a shame. I haven’t even had the chance to enjoy life yet.' Sure enough, Ethan’s head dropped, overcome with shame. Convinced he loved me, he drowned in regret for everything he had done. I soothed him gently, "The past was over, and we should part on good terms." Nevertheless, Ethan clung desperately to the idea of keeping me. He dragged his injured leg just to buy me my favorite chicken pot pie. However, my long-time habit of eating too fast left me with a painful ulcer in my mouth. He brought me a bright yellow designer purse in the shade I’d once adored. Now, just the sight of it sent

It read. I hesitated a bit before picking it. “Hello?” “Do you like your gifts?” The voice was deep, distorted like it had been run through a filter. My stomach flipped. “Who’s this?” I asked carefully. A soft chuckle came through the line. “You’ve been receiving them for weeks now, haven’t you?” he said. “The chocolates. The notes. The little surprises.” My heart gave a weird, excited jump. “You’re the one sending those?” “I am.” The voice was smooth, calm, almost affectionate despite the artificial distortion. “I’ve admired you for a very long time, Imani.”

I said in a bored tone, watching her tremble a bit at the harshness of my voice. She snapped her finger in my face, taking a step closer as her eyes filled with anger. “Hey Mister whatever you call yourself. Clearly you think you're some kind of hero for coming when you did but that doesn't give you any right to assume things like that. If you're just going to judge someone based on the ten seconds that you've met them, then guess what I think. I think you're an egotistical human that thinks he's some kind of saviour and the world should be at his mercy. Why? Because apparently you…” she stopped abruptly and the next thing I knew, I heard a loud retching sound and I felt something wet seepin

I tried to make my voice sound even but inside I was excited. I moved to his sofa and sat so I could face him properly. “Second, the man who first walked into my office a few months ago and the man sitting here right now are genuinely different people. I watched that happen. I had a front row seat.” I reached over and held his face in both hands so he had to look at me. My thumbs brushed lightly over his cheeks. “Third. Stop calling yourself imperfect. You are perfect for me.” He searched my eyes. “What… is that supposed to mean Vivian?”