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All he cared about was to enjoy and live in the moment because he felt like he had gotten everything he needed and there was nothing else bothering him. But I have to calm down right now because I need to get what I want from him exactly the way I want it, no matter how he annoys me and tries to make me react so that he could find an excuse not to do business with me anymore. I knew it was all the work of Stephen; even if he did not tell him directly that he wanted to do the business, he had his corny ways to do his things. Stephen, from the first day I saw him, has been a chameleon who changes his color just to suit the environment and get what he wants without stress or without having to f

And that's all because there was nothing at all. The book was empty, full of blank pages that a young Liviana had desperately flipped through, searching for something- anything. And it wasn't until the very last page that she found it. "Be the author of your own story." The note read. "And always remember this, Liviana. Life is a rollercoaster and it will have its ups and downs, but you need to enjoy it while it lasts. It's one hell of a ride and you only get to go once, after all. I hope you have a strong stomach."

They were simply appalled by his attitude after learning about his true colors. After I'd resigned from the club, many of our old-time members quit as well, and many investors also revoked their sponsorships after that. The club quickly took a sharp nosedive as business plummeted, veering on the edge of bankruptcy. Later, when Ingrid came to visit me, she told me that Noah's mom, Rosie, was a tough nut to crack and very hard to please. She complained about the maid they hired not doing a good job and fired her on the spot, forcing Quincy to cook, clean, and do all the laundry for the household.

I really want to tell you all that this book is really interesting, mind blowing something you would fall in love with as we continue. "I am writing this to tell everyone who stopby to read my book, I appreciate your efforts ,and I promise you all are going to love the journey with me and also With the MAFIA SLUT. stay alert for the wedding because drama begins from there.ride with Dennis and Ella. enjoy the slow burn of this story. pls don't blame me for Ella's character she would get better with time. ❤️❤️❤️❤️💋💋💋💋💋gold ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

The answer was immediate. Honest. Completely useless. I felt anger rising again because anger was easier than sadness. Anger gave me something to hold onto. Sadness only made me feel empty. "Do you know what is pathetic?" I asked. Roland looked at me carefully. "What?" he asked. I smiled,. It was a sharp smile. A painful smile. "The whole pack thinks we are perfect " I said. The words hung between us. Neither of us challenged them. Because we both knew they were true.

Wedding song - I wanna be yours by Artic Monkeys Because that song is just so romantic🙁 ♧♧♧ ♧♧♧ AHHHH you guys I did it, we did it after five whole months we made it. I really hope you enjoyed this book because I had so much fun writing it. I did post some epilogues btwww. Coming out next year hopefully(Also this kinda started as a joke so half is a joke? Sorry🫶)

I just don't want you getting dragged into this mess. Sebastian was clearly anxious as he replied, "I'm not afraid, Amber. Can you give me a chance to help you?"

or so he says. But I can't tell Cindy that, so I gather every bit of courage that I can find and puff out my chest, "Don't judge a book by its cover. I'm not always quiet, and there is more to me than meets the eye." After speaking, an uncomfortable silence falls, and I stare down at the ground while my heart pounds so fast I fear it might punch its way out of my chest. This is the first time I've ever stood up for my chance. I'm proud but also...terrified—what if I sounded ridiculous right now?

I am the best at it. I continued along East 59th Street, ran through Broadway and the music stopped, only to play the next song on my playlist about how much of a bad bitch I am. I ignore the pain in my shoulder and breathe through it every time it throbbed. Although it already ruined my day, I wouldn't let it dictate how I workout. Not when I am about to meet Lucas—the infamous Boss of Italian Mafia—and his entire family tonight. I wouldn't care if Lucas was the president. Hell! I wouldn't even care if he's the Pope. I would never bow down to him. I will never give in towards his desires. If anything, I would do the opposite of what he wants me to do. He may be Boss, but he's not my Boss. H

He was scared of the unknown. It was almost like the very second he opens it, a new set of problems were going to resurface and unlike the last time, they just might consume him. Either way, he had to do it. He had to open the door, go to his room, meet his roommate and other friends perhaps late in the evening and pray things went well. The door squealed softly as it opened. Harold Girard walked into it with his travelling bag before him and just as mildly as he had opened the door, he closed it behind him.