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But instead of laughing, I just started looking for a book. I just feel like I need to buy even if I don’t have a plan of reading them. Ugh. After hanging out at the bookstore for almost an hour, we decided to go out and find something to eat because the three of us felt tired from the tour that we did inside and we went out with only the ballpen that Mace had bought. "You're so quiet, are you okay?" Renjo asked me. "Are you not used to that? She’s always quiet just like you. Although, I'm really surprised that you're so talkative. It's not like you!" Mace said and even pointed at Renjo who just laughed at her.

Chapter One - Laura Note to readers: Chronologically, this novella takes place after “A Forever Kind of Love” but before “A Wonderful Kind of Love”. It also contains characters from “Saltwater Kisses” and “Yours Completely”. You do not need to have read any of these books to enjoy this book. If you like this story, “A Wonderful Kind of Love” picks up where it leaves off. Laura “Oh God, it's him.” Laura wished she could just melt into the floor and vanish for a few hours. Of course he had to come to this. He was the last person she wanted to see today.

“You knew how much I loved him” Kimora couldn’t help but glance between them. Sensing the tension building, she intervened in an attempt to defuse the escalating tension. “Larisa dear, I know it hurts, I’m not in your shoes right now to know how pained you are. Dwelling in the past won’t change anything. You’re an amazing person. One day, you’ll meet someone who appreciates you and would forever be faithful to you” “You heard her. Focus on making yourself happy. Your worth is not determined by someone who chooses to be with someone else” Ava added softly. Larisa looked at Daisy from head to toe and sighed deeply.

Its been a long journey with a lot of ups and downsv(trust me, this project did a lot to me and my mind as a writer) and i sincerely love everyone of you who have read this book until this point. You have no idea how happy it made me feel, during the early stages of writing this books the amount of readers commited wasn’t encouraging and i had to stop for a while to reconsider leaving it- but i’m glad i didnt. To everyone who left a comment and a like, i really really do appreciate the effort and I love you for this.

“Something big. Bigger than I’ve ever done. And I need your help.” Cassie raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Tell me everything.” Hope plugged the USB into her tablet and turned it toward her mother. A presentation opened with the title: THE SEED PROJECT: From Literacy to Lasting Peace As Hope swiped through the slides, Cassie saw maps of conflict zones, photos of mobile libraries, training centers, and youth summits.

There's no point sitting around and waiting for fate to do the work because believe me, I did that and I was nowhere near happy. So, the age-old question, Are you happy? It's not really a good question if you think about it... It should be more like, 'Could you be happy?' or 'Are you trying to be happy? or even 'Will you be happy?'. No one is happy all the time because happiness is the result of learning and learning is the result of pain. It's the people that don't know what to do with that pain that can't be happy. I didn't know what to do with it! Sometimes, I still don't. Other times, I just take it and I cherish it, I cherish the way it made me feel and I declare that I never want anyon

I walked to the library and sat next to the window, I looked at my project and now I need to find some books. I walked through the bookshelfs and search for the architect section. I'm looking for a watertank and some electric placement book. I looked through every book clearly and oh there it is. I tried to reach it but I can't. It's on the top of the bookshelf, I need to take a ladder. I walked away to grab the ladder. I got back to the architect section again and I put the ladder to reach the book but the book is gone. Suddenly I found the book on the middle shelf, I looked around. I guess someone must have been taking it and put it there.

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

People moved around them, their faces aglow with purpose and connection. Nathan observed a young man seated at a nearby bench, engrossed in a book. The title was discernible from where he stood - "Mastering Mental Resilience." Nathan exchanged a knowing smile with Miranda. They had distributed copies of the book during their event. It was a compilation of stories, experiences, and practical advice on mental wellness, created by individuals from their community center.

However, I demanded before he could, "What's the deal with the party? Is a wedding something you can cancel whenever you like?" Seeing that my eyes were puffy from crying, Sean immediately apologized, "You knew? Just calm down and listen." "The hall and the luncheon had been booked and couldn't be refunded, so I thought we could just change the occasion." Breathing a long sigh, he continued exasperatedly, "The child is mine, but I have no feelings for Sally at all. She wanted a child but didn't want marriage. So I helped her. After that, she went abroad.