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I smile at her to reassure her that it's okay. She hasn't yet learned how to control that ability of hers and I smile thinking of something that can help her. She's too precious to be ignored for something that can actually be a masterpiece. A treasure box. "It's Zaitelle, you can call me Zai," As soon as our hands touch, fate starts to work its job and I never knew that the mo ment our path crossed, something will happen that I never expect. What is your role in my life, Jazeera?

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Dad exhaled deeply for a second and held me by shoulder and said, "Chris... Let me explain it. Eva… She ran away from here at the last minute…" I shrugged off his arms and said in disbelief, "No… This can't be true…" with the force I kicked the wooden chair, it shattered on the wall into pieces. "Calm down, Chris. If you like it or not, this is the truth. She left a letter for her parents explaining that she was not sure about the marriage. "

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

I replied quietly, gently supporting his head as I buried my nose in his hair. "Because that would mean I have to be sorry that your smell intoxicated me." I chuckled lightly. "You shouldn't-" "How about you finish the story first? Leave what I should do to me." I smiled. "Well, the story ends with someone dying."

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

The man rolled down the window and asked him… “Is everything alright buddy” “Yes, would you mind parking the car at this side. I wanted to talk to you.” Keith said while pointing towards the side of the road. “Umm… Sure…” The man hesitated but thought that Keith was a poor guy and needed help so he parked the car at the side. The man came out and there was a woman inside the car. “See… I like being straightforward and I hate arguments.” The man kept quite and seemed confused. “Give me all the money you have. And before you say a single word don’t have a look at this.” Keith kept the sharp pointy edge of the knife at the mans stomach.

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

My throat tightened, the emotion creeping in like sunlight through clouds. “So, thank you,” I finished, looking at Ace. “For letting me steal our story and make it into something bigger. For being the reason I finally believed I could finish one.” The room broke into applause. Someone yelled, “Marry him already!” and I laughed through tears, shaking my head. Ace caught my gaze, blushing furiously, but smiling widely. In that moment, surrounded by laughter, love, and cat-themed chaos, I realized this was it. My story, our story, wasn’t just on paper anymore. It was alive.