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Kiara had a good way of guilt tripping one, "I don't know yet I just think there's something we can do about the guy." Kiara grinned, "What's that?" "Well let's try to find out more about him," Shelly suggested. "Hmm, where?" Shelly grinned. "Facebook." Grinning like maniacs they both grabbed the nearest laptops and typed in his name. ADAM KINCAID. "There's like fifty people answering the same name." Kiara groaned. "Yeah," Shelly agreed, "There's one that's different though." She clicked on the profile a power bike was displayed as the profile picture.

he exclaimed in a voice that implied a little longing. Yes, who would have thought that Cally Dominic who is an expert in various fields, say martial arts expert, close combat expert, marksman, data hacking expert, expert in using high-level weapons, has a thin brain, is famous for his arrogance and unrivaled beauty. even very famous in the brutality of killing the person whose target is the son of a high-ranking FBI agent, General Frederic Dominic?

He will live the way he wants". This time Mile spoke. He had enough of the woman. "Who... Ohhhh look. The mouse is back". Bella laughed mockingly. "Yes, the mouse is back. But don’t forget this mouse can kill a lion. I was a weak person back then. No money, no status to fight for my son. But now, don’t you dare put a finger on him because now you have to face me. Mile Lawson the owner of the biggest fruit and vegetables chain in the country. I am no more the Mile who would dance to your chords.

He runs a hand idly through his dark disheveled hair, pushing it out of his eyes, and it strikes me again that I'm standing face to face with one of the most famous people in the world. A few months ago Zee and I watched a full three-minute video compilation on YouTube just of Felix sweeping his hair back – various shots from movies, concerts, vlogs, red carpet interviews, music videos. It's his signature thing, sort of like Miley Cyrus's tongue or Taylor Swift's hand heart pose. We joked about how much we wished it was us running our hands through those dark locks. Now I'm standing just a few feet from him and it's the last place on earth I want to be.

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

“Okay but what if am not ready to answer a question” “Just say so and we will skip that question” I said and she nods. “Okay, first off, favorite color?” She asks. “Blue or probably black. Favorite movie?” I said. “Hawkeye. Favorite song?” “Believer by Imagine Dragons. Meat or Vegetable?” “Meat. Favorite food?” “Spaghetti. Genre of music?” “Pop. Books or movies?” “Movies. Hobby?” “Writing. How about you tell me more about you?” She asks.

Celeste wrote back to everyone. "You're going to exhaust yourself," I said. "I'm going to matter." "That's the same thing." --- Sofia called in April. She'd read the article, she said. Shared it with her colleagues. Used it in her clinical practice, as an example of how people can change. "Mom, you're famous," Sofia said. "I'm known." "What's the difference?" "Famous is about attention. Known is about connection." --- The cybersecurity firm saw a surge in interest.

FLASHBACK We were in the car on our way to amazing land, we were going to celebrate my birthday there. I was so happy, I have been wanting to go to amazing land but my mom and dad were too busy, I recalled the time they surprised me with the tickets, I was so happy when they promised to celebrate my birthday there. I remember everything like it was just yesterday. The radio was on and it was playing my favorite music. "Up the hill, down the hill. Let’s go to the moon, we have nothing to be afraid of." I sang along with the radio. I had a broad smile on my face. That was supposed to be the greatest day of my life but turned out to be the worst.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

Warning⚠⚠: this chapter is a bit emotional My mom has been behaving very strange lately, receiving strange calls and crying after receiving those calls. I have tried asking her what it was but as usual, she doesn't open up. "mom I am fade up with all these shit, can you stop crying and tell me what the hell is wrong with you" I said "language", she said Oops!! even in a bad condition she still care about my language. so funny I said sarcastically