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She is pregnant and about to give birth to my child . When Jack told all this to vihaan he looked at Jack and asked, "Why didn’t you tell me this before? Is your wife ok? “Yes sir she is fine” she will deliver the baby anytime ,vihaan nobbled his head and says “you don’t have to come to office “ just go from here jack hearing this gets scared he says

**Chapter 2: The Mysterious Garden of Luminara** One story, in particular, had captivated Roberick's imagination. It was the tale of the Garden of Luminara, a place rumored to exist in a realm beyond the known. It was said to be a garden of unearthly beauty, where flowers of iridescent hues bloomed, and the night sky shimmered with stars even during the day.

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Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

“ we have eighteen minute left, we goanna be fast. Anyway this is the last one” We took the envelope side the bag, we opened it “The building that has most stories” “ what do they mean by that “ “well every building always have a story, like the house we living in it was where my Granny had sex” Annabel blabbed “ eww seriously not that kind of story” Abigail squeeze her nose “Well what it mean a building with stories” “ yea, how do you expect us ……….the library, it the library” “ it filled with different stories” we said to together pointing fingers to our self.

There would be nothing left but emptiness. After that, my father never showed up again. One day, Little Zoe came home carrying a letter and a cake. My mother showed me the letter. It contained the address of the house my father had promised, along with a bank card that had two hundred million dollars in it. We did not move there. We never touched a single cent of that money. The following winter, I saw news from Harbor City on television. Rowan Xanders, a prominent entrepreneur, had died at the age of twenty-nine from an old injury.

Aside from Evelyn, everyone had had a few drinks, their faces flushed, clearly a little tipsy. No one knew who started it, but all of a sudden, the conversation shifted to ex-boyfriends. Some people doubled over with laughter. Others had tears in their eyes. A few stories were so ridiculous that Sophie could barely breathe from laughing. She nudged the only sober person next to her. "Evelyn, what about you?" For a moment, Evelyn's expression went blank. Unbidden, memories surfaced in her mind.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I guess I just have to go to Tori's then." "I guess you're right." I decided to fight in his style. His features were still indefinite. It's unreadable. That's when I decided to continue. "You know, I heard an interesting story." I walked towards his mini bar and began pouring myself whatever liquor I could grab. "Have you ever heard of the story of the sly prince and the lost princess?" I glanced at my shoulder and I saw him frowned his brows. I don't know if he's following what I'm saying. But I definitely got his attention. "I don't know where you're getting at but, since the great Zachary Anderson has resulted to desperation, thi

Melissa snagged the coffee I had brought to the office, downing the entire thing in a single gulp. Good thing it wasn't hot, that would have been messy. Now I understood the pleasure Falcon felt when she demonstrated the power of the helm to me, only that I didn't need a helm to prove myself to Melissa. "The fact that you, a fact-driven individual who laughed during a tour that mentioned myths, are standing here in front of me with this story of gods and artifacts, either means I am still asleep or you are actually telling the truth." She had said after drinking my coffee.

_______________ ~TROPES♾️~ - Lies - Death - Deception - Forced Marriage - Betrayal - Blood - Gunshots - Books - Love - Revenge - Rivalry…etc♾️. PROLOGUE ♾️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NAOMI ALESSANDRO CINDY is a 25yrs old writer,not just any writer,a famous writer known across America and outside america. She is a fair pretty lady,with the body of a goddss and long blonde hair. She is extremely beautiful and had a thing for tattoos.