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“Clara calm down. You are impossible. Fine, I’ll talk about it even though theres nothing to talk about but don’t expect some fairy tale because there are no fairy tales.” I set the glass down and leaned forward a little. “It all started with you, sleepless nights, endless rehearsals with my manager, Mrs Cathe and countless rejections. People only see the me as a successful person now, but they don’t know how much I cried behind closed doors. How much Alex has sat down and given me life advice. They don't know that.” Clara’s eyes softened, her fork still in hand. She stopped pointing it at me and jabbed it into her food “That’s the story I want to hear, Kelly. I want to real one, not the sug

Chloe asked in an aggressive tone. Nicole grinned. “Nothing much. I just want to remind you that Kelly is mine, and I’d appreciate it if you made sure you don’t let him get close to you. I don’t like sharing my man, and I don’t fancy the idea of losing him. I won’t give up on Kelly—even if it means taking a life.” Chloe wasn’t surprised by Nicole’s words. She replied, “If Kelly were the only man left in the world, I still wouldn’t consider him. We’re already done. You can have him—I’m not interested in him at all.”

“I woke up this morning and realized I’d been shrinking for years. Making myself quieter. Smaller. Easier to love.” My throat tightened. “And today,” she continued, “I just… couldn’t do it anymore.” I reached for her hand. She squeezed mine. “I guess we’re both starting over.” I looked at the blank space where my title used to be. “Yeah,” I whispered. “Looks like we are.” Kelly followed my gaze. “The book?” “Postponed,” I said. “Maybe permanently.” She frowned. “Because of him?” “Yes.” “And because of you?”

Wade finally reached and plucked the leather bound book, careful for no loose pages to slip out. Wade and Marc got to work. “Marc?” Klara’s voice crackled into his head. “Everything OK?” He was surprised she’d contacted him, and worried something was wrong. “Just wanted to check it worked.” He chuckled, “It did, I’m just looking into the coronation want to join?” Five minutes later there was a hesitant knock on the door. “Come in,” Marc stated, glad when Klara pushed it open. “Wade you can go.” He nodded and slipped past Klara as she walked in.

Chapter 11: Caroline POV He finally looked at me and I could see his eyes were darker than usual. “Things you wish you could have changed. People you wish you never lost.” A lump formed in my throat I swallowed. “Yeah, sometimes.” Kane nodded slightly. “Kelly’s hosting a celebration. He's successful now. He's a real artist.” His tone was flat, but I could hear the edge in it. “And?” “And I wasn't invited.” The words hung in the air between us. He said it like it didn't matter but I wasn't stupid.

Her expression turned pale. She lost the job as Bruno’s assistant the other day and had been looking for another job in the past two days. She accidentally saw Silver Wind Company hiring, so she applied for it immediately. “Y-You are Silver Wind Company’s boss?” Kelly asked with a complicated look on her face. A few days ago, Kelly was acting superior to Darcy, and now she was interviewing for Darcy's company. How ironic. “Yes. Kelly Clarkson isn’t it? Do you still want to continue with the interview?”

The book is called The First Life: What the Practice Earned and What the Practice Cost. She sends it to Clara first. Not Cristina — Cristina is at the coast, seventy-six, making ceramics with the precision of someone who has been at it for eleven years and has found the bowl she was always building toward. She sends it to Clara because Clara is the person who asked for it. Clara is the person who will read it first. Clara reads it over four days. Calls on the fifth morning. "The first movement," Clara says. "Yes," Valentina says. "You described her exactly. The woman who was not unhappy. The specific texture of a life that was adequate and knew it was adequate and had no language for wanting

If only his mum could understand and see how lonely her child has been, he just wanted to do something he likes, he just wanted to play basketball, why is it so hard for her to understand? #Author note: Hi, reader, nice to meet you, if you've read up to this point, can I get your honest review? I tried hard to communicate Kelly's feelings, I don't know if I did well, if you want to edit my book ok tiktok please tag me, @Dai Prova

“Clint is my Gamma; he just left because he was looking for his mate. And because of that, he hated it when I told everyone that he’s my Gamma. Let’s say that hearing it makes him more guilty. But whenever I need him, he shows up.” Kelly nodded as she understood what was happening. “I will miss you while you’re gone,” Kelly whispered playfully against my ear. “Oh, baby, I am leaving tomorrow, and your brother is driving, so we have the whole night.”

I have to face the consequences of my past actions and make sure it won't lead me getting out of her and our kid's lives forever. I arrived at Las Vegas around 4am so I decided to take a nap in my hotel first. When I enter my suite, I sent a message to Arianne telling her I am already at my hotel room. Feeling of sadness as how I missed my family mixed with exhaustion I fell asleep easily. I woke up to the sound of my phone who keeps on ringing. "Keller!" I said without looking at the caller ID. "Hey man! Where are you? Me and Mason are already here at the cafe inside your hotel. Wanna join us?" Kyle said in a bored tone.