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“Whoosh!” The objects jiggled a little at the swift jounce of sea wind blowing in constantly through her window. “Sigh!” She receded to snuggle again amongst her two fat kapok pillows after the diffusing sunlight struck her flushed cheeks and humid forehead. “I can’t get up!” It was so bright outside her windows and she stared inanely at the bare ceiling but moped when she cast her eye over a potbellied piggy-bank glistening amidst the first level of a three-rowed bookshelf, “I love you, my Precious Piggy-bank. The grocery store attendant is a liar and my mother and Celeste believed her because she is pretty...They haven't found anything in my hand,” said Maria dramatically for her

Her Marina. THE END

I remember how amazed she looked as she stared out the window of my office, admiring the view. Mark's office was the complete polar opposite of mine. It was located centrally in the building, meaning that there were no city views. Not only that, but his walls were void of any emotion, not that my office had any either. But his were worse. He had floor-to-ceiling whiteboards used to keep track of all the marketing projects on the go. His office was also quite noisy since it was in the middle of the hub of the marketing department. It was like trying to work in the middle of an airport as opposed to in a secluded office space. I knew she had to be lying when she said she liked working there mo

I grumbled to myself as I slumped on a rock, giving up on moving any further in the dark. There were plenty of branches around that had fallen from the trees, and I thought for a moment about making a fire and possibly cooking something over it. "Oh, get real, Mara!" I snapped as I wrapped my arms around my knees, trying to hold on to what little heat I had left. "You are not a girl scout and wouldn't know how to hunt unless it was on a good bargain for the meat you cook on your stovetop."

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

“Hello, I’m Mariana, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please don’t be mad at Marylin, she’s been nothing but an angel to me, if it weren’t for her, I’m not sure I would have been able to return home.” “No problem,” Dana said. “I can never be mad at her for helping you.” “Thank you!” Mariana went in again and returned shortly with a small book in her hand. She gave it to me and before I knew it, the little book began to expand and increase in size until it was just the right fit for me. It had the words ‘DIARY’ written in front of it. “It’s a magic diary,” she told me. “I’m sorry,” I told her. “I’m going to have to refuse this, I could never keep track or even keep a diary.”

Arianne had never doubted Mary’s intention so she obediently carried her book upstairs. “Sure. It’s dark here, be careful when you guys remove the lights.” Mary grinned in delight. Mark hardly came back early. She would not allow Arianne to waste this opportunity. When Mark returned to the room, he sat in front of the French window, flipping through a book. The books that he read were different from Arianne’s. They were all in a foreign language. Arianne was not good in foreign languages, and she would have a headache when she thought about deciphering them.

Mary followed without any more words. (Please leave me a review!)

I extend my hand to him for a handshake, how awkward, that was the only thing that popped into my head, "Goddammit" " For a moment I think we are on the same page, Mary always grunts that I always judge a book by its cover, but my interests are never wrong, by the time I finish my lonely thought Mr. Fancy Pants has already occupied the other end of the chair which was empty few seconds ago.