Is I Hope This Doesn't Find You Spicy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I hope he isn’t one. I desperately hope for that... To Be Continued

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I hope you are too Vanessa. -THE END-

ALESSANDRO’S POV “Looks like the ground is crumbling faster than you expected,” I said quietly, my voice echoing across the deserted space. “Now tell me, Adriana. Are you ready to reconsider my offer?” I watched her spin around in the middle of the empty club floor like a broken doll caught in a storm. Rainwater soaked every inch of her clothes, making the thin fabric cling to her curves in a way that should have stirred desire but only sharpened the blade of my anger. Her dark hair hung in heavy, dripping strands around her face.

"Then we will keep it quiet. Just until you reach Zadok. He is eventually going to come back, Sandra. You know he would." I wanted to believe her. But a small terrified part of me wondered if he would see this as a trap, something that ruined everything he'd worked for. "Are you even sure? The test might be wrong." "I tried four different ones." The tears flowed freely now. "How about that?" I watched her battle with her own confused mind. "I would help you reach him," Maya said firmly. "We would find a way. I promise." I nodded, tears burning. "Thank you."

His family. ******** "Jagg". Ashwin back hugged Jagger who was standing in the window. "Yes love". Jagger turned to him to look into his warm chocolate eyes. He kissed his plump lips once. Before looking again in his eyes. "I Found Love. I found love when I expected it least". He whispered the same words that once Jagger said to him. Jagger felt his eyes pooled up with happy tears. "I Found love too Ashwin. When I expected it least". He ghosted those plump lips to seal the deal.

I woke up to a text from Mike which read, "hey beautiful, just wanted to let you know that I can't wait to spend the evening with you. I miss you, Xx" I didn't know what the Xx meant but I knew he liked using it a lot. The instant I finished reading his message l felt butterflies in my stomach. I was sooo anticipating spending time with him without any emotional overload on my shoulders - it's not like I was completely healed but at least the counseling session had made a huge difference. In my history of existence I don't remember time moving as fast as it di on that fateful day. Before I knew it, Jo'Anne was at my place looking as jovial as ever ready to be my make up artist and make sure

I came from a family of thick women, so I was definitely looking sickly. Resolved to straighten up my act, I washed my face off again and put a little blush on to add color to my face. I slipped on a sports bra and matching leggings before pulling on one of Sterling’s Howard tees. It still smelled like him, and I refused to wash it. I missed him so much. I even sprayed a little extra of his Armani Code cologne on it so that I could sleep peacefully. Before I could leave the bathroom to join my kids, my phone rang. I silently prayed that it wasn’t my mother before I looked at the screen. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it was my best friend, Zabrena, calling.

Eli tossed and turned in endless dreams. Flashing images of his mother and Dean calling him, he couldn’t find them, and worse, they couldn’t find him. His eyes opened in time to see the large black figure disappearing up the stairs. His heart was beating fast. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He had been crying in his sleep again. Next to his cot, resting on a small table, was a glass of orange soda; it was his favorite soda. A treat his mother allowed sometimes. He drank it down; the sweetness felt cheerful. A moment later, he yawned the most enormous yawn he could ever remember as a sudden heavy sleepiness overcame him. He put his head back down on the pillow.

It was so difficult at first, but after a few days, my hands seemed to work even when I was distracted. It’s good to have muscle memory. The purple one is for you. The gray/black one is unisex. If Albert is taking good care of you, give it to him; if not, wear it yourself. I miss you. I have so many things to tell you, so many things to show you. I can’t wait to come back and get drunk with you. Love, Rosy PS: Don’t be mad. It’s harmful to your health. I’ll make you cheesy fish filets when I come back. You must know I have perfected it. I even got Anna to send me some of her herbs to get the taste right.