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I turned to ask him about it, but he was already up, walking over to Natasha with a gift in his hand. I stared hard at the gift to figure out what it was. It was a square-shaped, ordinary-looking thing. Very thin, wrapped in a light pink wrapping paper and a bow tied around it. "What is it? A book?" I whispered to Adrian once he sat down next to me. "Yeah," he said, his eyes still glued to my mom. "Oh, Adrian, you didn't have to get me anything," my mom chirped. "This is very nice of you, son," Steve was nodding approvingly.

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Their wedding had been a legendary affair, attended by every notable figure in the city. Whispers erupted around them at once. Matthew tightened his grip on Danielle's waist and frowned. "Ms. Landry, you're not needed here. Go back to the office." Meghan ran off in tears under the judgmental glares of the guests. Matthew gave Danielle a gentle kiss on her forehead and guided her to their seats, but she could clearly sense his irritation. As several items went under the hammer, his gaze drifted, and his leg bounced restlessly beneath the table. When the gem known as Radiant Heart appeared, Matthew raised his paddle and placed an aggressive bid. He then stood up to excuse himself. "Danielle, I

I draped her pancakes with honey and dropped it on the table right in front of her, serving it with a glass of milk, after which I went back to the kitchen and had mine with a cup of hot chocolate. No one was at the hospital when I got there, and luckily for me, I brought a book along, so I sat right beside the bed and started reading the book. The book was “ My Father's Wish” by Bellaboy, a touching story of how a young man, Hunter, was set up by his late father's will to marry his middle school bully, Hazel, just so that he; Hunter, could claim his inheritance.

She asked, looking to Hunter. He shook his head somberly. “Remember what I told you the other night, Bella. When it comes to the Family—” “There are no coincidences,” Bella finished for him, collapsing back in the chair. “I also found this,” said Hunter, unzipping his jacket to reveal the scarlet book. It really looked more like a journal now that Bella was looking at it closely. He undid a bronze latch that was keeping the leather cover in place. There was no title that she could see, and the first few pages appeared blank save for a rather long handwritten dedication.

Tyler felt himself getting pushed to the side, away from the man’s heart, which lay unmoving beneath his palm, pulsating weakly, threatening to break free any minute now. The man struggled to breathe beneath him, but Tyler wasn’t about to let go. He needed to keep the hunter where he could hear his heart beat. Tyler closed his eyes, blocking out the sound of rushing blood in his ears and concentrating solely on the hunter’s heartbeat. It beat strongly in his ears, a constant and soothing rhythm that he wanted to capture forever and imprint deep into his memory. The beating gave him courage. He lifted his other hand above his head, ready to crush his enemy’s skull.

in a tone that indicated she knew it wasn't but had decided to protect his feelings, which she'd apparently also gotten from me. Hunter was reading Knox a book about wolves. Not a children's book — an actual naturalist's guide that Hunter had gotten from the library and which I was fairly certain he was only partially reading and was mostly studying the diagrams. Knox was listening with the same focused attention he gave everything that came from Hunter, and Hunter kept pausing to check that Knox was still listening and Knox kept making sounds that confirmed he was. I stood at the counter with my coffee and tried to remember what the mornings had looked like before this.

I pushed him. "I hate you." My eyes gets watery, I walked away from him "Hailey." He hold me "Give me one last chance." He begged "Why? Why do you want it so bad?" "Because I am your heartbeat so you can't replace your heart with somebody else but me!" He bursted and I looked at him disbelief "You read the letter?" That left me speechless "I read it, I read it a thousand times." He sighed and looked at me "Please." He begged

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

His favourite book lay on the table, and the shelves, they were filled with poetry books, especially dealing with love. It was that love that had unfortunately led to his untimely death, but he wouldn't let it go unpunished. A maid walked in with a bottle of whiskey and laid it on the table before excusing herself. The boss loved to drink alone undisturbed. Camille was ready for dinner having dressed in Nosh's oversized shirt. She felt so good, everything seemingly unreal. She knocked onto the door to his study before pushing it slightly opened. Nosh was smoking cigarettes as whit fumes filled the entire room. He looked up at her leaning back on the chair.