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she mumbled under her breath. “Your sarcastic ass won’t keep me from asking questions. Why are you pushing him away?” “Stop making a drama out of it. I had fun, but it wouldn’t work out anyway. I told you already, he’s a loaded prick” “For cock’s sake Kiara, will you drop the rich-is-garbage act?” Michael threw his hands in the air and raised his voice, obviously to annoy her further because of her drama complaint. “It’s not an act, it’s the truth,” she whispered, looking around to see if anyone was staring.

Gentle, hopeful, unbearably sincere. And all I could think was how unfair it felt that love didn’t wait for things to be simple.

Andrew remained unfazed as he continued, "And one more thing—true wisdom has nothing to do with age. If you've lived all these decades and still haven't figured that out, then congratulations—you've basically wasted your entire life. Next time you want to learn something, start by showing a little humility."

"It can't be this simple. There’s no way... the catalyst is just... heat?" Miller stared at the old lady, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really have to be kidding me. You're telling me that we are fighting against something that can be broken by turning the room into a desert?" Veda fixed her clouded, piercing gaze on the man, leaning her weight heavily onto her cane. "Sometimes all the fancy tech and book learning mean nothing, boy. Always look for the simplest answer and go from there."

She was so engrossed in the book she was reading that she didn't notice that Ace had taken a seat in the chair opposite hers and he was gazing at her with a confused expression on his face and he remained in this position for a few minutes before she decided to break the silence "Can I get your notes now?" this broke his concentration and made him lean back a bit After a long pause, he said "Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird" Ace fluently recited a quote from the book Sky was so engrossed in

My manager, Susan, had advised me to steer clear of her if possible. Her stare was penetrating, as if she could see right through my thoughts and shatter my self-esteem. "I'm not well-acquainted with Mr. Smith, so in that case, I wish him and Mrs. Smith a lifetime of happiness and a harmonious family," I replied calmly. "I'll be having an engagement ceremony next month, and if Mr. Smith is willing, I extend a warm invitation to him," I added with a smile, maintaining a composed demeanor. Finally, I concluded with an expressionless statement, "Mr. Smith is leading a happy life now, and so am I."

Raychelle was now holding a steady grip on Murphy’s arm, with pouty lips and puppy eyes desperately pleading. Though still triggered by the event, Murphy knew she had already recovered from it. She just continued with her act of continuous rejection of Raychelle as she finds the latter’s actions and expressions quite amusing. Just as Raychelle loves to pester her on a daily basis, Murphy, on the other hand, loves to tease her too. She finds it funny how a woman of high status in this wealthy society, the owner and founder herself of a successful design company, is displaying such childish actions while clothed in fancy garments.

Jayden was forever suspended in time, forever clinging on to past memories to survive the present. A sob escaped her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, she looked at me. “When I found out the truth that you had hidden from me, I remember being very mad at you," she started softly. A dagger in my heart twisted. It was a mistake I’d never forgive myself for. "I thought that hiding the truth wasn't justifiable in any situation. But now, when I have been put in the position to deal with it, I realized that it isn't that simple, that the truth isn't as black and white as it seems." She met Jay’s eyes again. "The truth is rarely pure and never simple." I was sure it was a

His grip wasn't tight, but it was firm. "Do not make this difficult for us," I said. "Not while we're a team." "I don't mind failing." His eyes were dark, amused. "Do you?" I pulled my hand back and he let me go. I took a deep breath through my nose, held it, let it out slowly. Freshman year flashed through my mind. Him showing up to our group project meeting drunk, three days before it was due. The casual way he'd tried to hand me five hundred dollars cash, like I was his assistant instead of his partner. Like my scholarship didn't matter. Like I didn't matter.