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Olivia asked, her voice light. Derek looked up, a familiar, crooked spark of a smile tugging at his mouth. He strained the deep purple liquid into two chilled coupe glasses, the color of a bruised sunset. “Oh, I don’t think I can guess. We went down a rabbit hole of about five different titles the last time we talked about it.” He topped the drinks with a splash of soda water, the bubbles dancing against the rosemary garnish. “Hmm. Let’s see... South Park?”

Finally. Named.

Hello everyone! This story contains mature language and scenes. This is your only warning 😊😊 Enjoy it!! 😊 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lena The restaurant was quite full today. Today out of all days, for my bad luck. The loud chatter around me was very distracting and I couldn't move as fast as I wanted to. People were walking constantly towards and outwards the bathroom, leaving me almost no space to move around. Some kids screamed their lungs out, after devouring our special ice cream bundle and their mothers made no effort to quiet them down.

'When you begin to find it hard to do good, good with no expectations of payment then know that you're already in hell, your own hell on earth. His mother's voice rang loud and clear in his head. He fought back the tears. Freaking Clemente, you just got yourself a free tutor.

“Mr. Jones?" The executives froze, dropping the gift baskets they were holding. "But you’re supposed to be Mr. Jones!" I crossed my arms and smiled. "A51 is just one of the smallest, most unremarkable projects in my family’s portfolio. Every time my dad sends someone over to deliver documents or sign paperwork, it’s always the butler, Tim Jones." Feigning surprise, I added, "What? Don’t tell me you all thought he was the actual Mr. Jones?"

~ ANASTASIA ~ I step deeper into the large household, mentally rolling my eyes as an old man in white and black butler outfit after speaking with Damien walks towards me. “Good evening, Mrs Vicen–” “Ms. Zhukov.” I correct. He frowns in puzzlement. “I'm keeping my maiden name.” I say, the words sounding like a lie even to my own ears. He nods stiffly. “Very good ma'am. Shall I excort you to the–”

Alisa pov “Alisa Moretti needs the firm’s full resources,” Kael said, voice clipped. “Divorce from Jeff Moretti. High-conflict. Financials, restaurant ownership, pack politics. I want it airtight. You’ll be lead counsel. I’ll consult you.” Blackwood’s eyebrows rose a fraction, but he nodded. “Understood. Mrs. Moretti, if you’ll come with me, we can start the intake—”

he offered while taking candy out of his mouth. "I want this!" Markonah took the candy which was still wrapped. Then they looked at each other and smiled. Dung! Tak! Dung! Tak! Cecep entrusts the Sukro he is eating to Sugeng, then he bangs on the table to accompany Udin's mood, which is miserable because his love is unrequited. "Okay, fix it, let's give this drama the title 'My crush turns out to like my rival'. Hahaha," said Sugeng, making a convenient conclusion.

June June was someone who had a rough time in school. She was not too sharp with books yet not so bad. But she was in a place where people, were judged by academics and she wasn't given enough opportunity to do anything, there were people pulling her down frequently. People around were too shallow to let her be. She was that unnoticed girl who was like invisible to everyone. Her presence din't really affect anyone but nor did her absence. She thought she wouldn't make any friends in her life ever. Yet in her final two years of High School she managed to make pretty decent friends. She loved and cherished memories of those awesome people. For her love was something magical, she thought when s

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