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She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

There was no one and I stepped outside. I wander the hall of the mansion, I didn't y how beautiful the mansion is, last time. It had many artworks and the decor was amazing. Whoever decorated the mansion was a pro. I went down the grand staircase and walked in the direction I assumed would be the kitchen. My mouth watered at the amazing aroma that filled the air. I was really hungry now that I was not weighed down by emotions, on entering the kitchen, my eyes landed on a plate of spaghetti meatballs and my knight in shining armor. Monica

"Hold your peace Cora , we just want the girl, that's all ,it has nothing to do with you ,so let everything happen in peace ,one of them said ,he looked like their leader . He held Nanuet really tight. I could tell he was hurting her,that angered me so much ,my daughter is no weakling. If only lateefah listened to me none of this would have happened , lateefah was tied up like an animal that was about to be grilled. "You are wrong ,she has everything to do with me ,so let go or there will be blood shed ," I said but he only laughed like a maniac . "Leave now Cora , there's nothing you can do to stop us from taking her ,our master wants her because she belongs to him ," he replied. "She belon

some of them answered bowing as they knew fully well that the idiot was the driver, Jack, the gossip had gone around the apartment that the lady the boss was currently chasing after was Travis Redd's custody. They all thought it wasn't a big deal since their boss was a well-known playboy but when they heard how he reacted over the phone they all knew this lady must be special to their boss. Young Master wasn't one to show his emotions but his actions spoke for him all the time, it was why no one ever tried to get on his nerves because they could never predict what his next move would be as he barely talked. When Leonard got to his office, he stepped in only to find Jack sitting patiently for

He uttered. “W-why are you doing this to me S-sir?” “I like you Celeztine.” That made my eyes widen. “That’s impossible,” I replied, I barely saw him, just on posters and banners most of the time. “It’s not.” “If you’ll ask me when it started, I have no time to explain it.” He whimpered. “Well then, you ask for the wrong person. I would never be your or anyone’s mistress.” I uttered firmly.

Elizha exclaimed in shock. Samara glanced at Elizha, “He's my master I'm talking about,” she replied, turning her gaze back to her young master, who was drying his hair with a white towel. “Master? As in boss?” Cristine groaned as she nodded. The two young ladies were like worms sprinkled with salt who were holding each other's hands while jumping in their place. “Jeeez, Tin, he’s so yummy!” “Sshh, he's getting closer here…”

That evening, I cooked dinner while he sat at the dining table, focused on his laptop. This was a real dinner, and to my relief, nothing got burned. Progress, I thought. Halfway through, my phone buzzed with a news alert. I paused before checking it. “Former Mistress Scandal: Where Are They Now?” I shut it down instantly. William noticed. “Still on your mind?” he asked softly. “A bit,” I admitted. He pushed his laptop aside. “Come here.” Just hearing those words made my heart race. But he only gestured to the chair next to him.

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Count, he knew for a long time and is a witness not as a traitor, but as a senior eternal , the master by his name is a Spanish robber who for lack of money robbed, killed, and in the meantime learned to wield his sword, came to London with evil thoughts plot your murder and without your knowledge as an ordinary servant he makes up his mind with a vile plan, I prevent all this because I have been following his bad intentions for several months. The king fell as if he had fallen to the throne, the duke whiter than the purest white, his lips had faded, his eyes seemed fixed on a distinct spot on the marble, and the count kept the utmost calm of a witness deep in his thoughts, the knight of Pyl

To hold the heart of someone who looked like he was sculpted by the gods themselves. She should hold onto him tightly—because I wasn’t sure what I’d do if given the chance to take him. He was a masterpiece. An artwork carved from seduction and destruction. From the way his dark curls faded at the sides to the sinful curve of his lips, lips I wanted to feel on every inch of my skin. My gaze fell to his strong arms. The way they flexed as he handled the wheel. The way I knew they could hold me in place. Pin me down. Choke me….