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I asked Faith at the bar counter after talking to Alena this afternoon. "Paintings..." She twitched her lips, thinking. "Do you not find them interesting?" Her face was telling me that she wasn't a fan of them until a huge grin burst on her face. "Are you kidding me? I love them! I love looking at paintings! Do you know I often go to art exhibitions?" Gosh, I think my heart just melted. I might have found my soulmate. "Really? That's great." "Why do you ask suddenly?" she inquired once her excitement mellowed down.

Good night Mona" I winked at her and left the house. I got home safely and toddler was in the living room enjoying a movie with a box of pizza. I walked to her and gave a little knock on her wooden head. "Uncle! That hurts! "And that's the price you pay for ruining things for people" "And what did I ruin for you? "You're too small to know. Go on. Keep snacking until you become so fat. Look at Monalisa, how beautiful and elegant she is, how perfect jer body is. Don't you want to be like her? "No. I don't want to be like her"

Alex teased, making me slap his chest. "I could be a single father you know. Who said you'll be a part of the equation?" I retort. "How can you get rid of this hot piece of ass." He said, gesturing to his body. I faked gagging noises to feign disgust. "I'd rather die alone," I replied. "I wonder if you'll make the same noises if I-" I quickly shit him up by slapping my hand over his mouth. "You're disgusting," I said.

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Chapter 11 - Jason I wasn’t sure what had happened while I was gone, fighting the most unexpected fight for a couple of different icing colors for their kids. But, as soon as I joined Lorelei and Ryan again, the mood seemed very different from the one I left early… My sweet cousin had a beaming smile on her face, while the same couldn’t be said about the man next to her. Ryan looked like a ghost, completely void of color. “Sorry, Lo. They didn’t have pink anymore, would red work if we mix it with some white or orange?”

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Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

What am i gonna do mandy ' I'm sory isa I'm speechless ''mandy muttered already crying'' Don't cry mandy I'll get another job before you know it okay? I hope so isa... I hope so too ''i muttered''..... .... I walked down the street of the cofee shop dejectedly How am i gonna cater for my family without a job, I was soo lost in my thinking that i didn't realise the rock in front of me I slipped and fell, but something caught my eye.. It was a poster for a job as a maid, i stood up and discovered that i was standing in front of a huge mansion Will they even accept me? Anyway I'll go try my luck, who knows; i may get the job ************************************** I knocked on the gate but there

This is a bonus chapter for the Mafia Academy and I promise you want to read it. While I have you, I need to thank you for reading about these three amazing couples. If you continued this far, I'm sure they are as special to you as they are to me. For Mr. Xavier's complete story and how he found himself at Rochester, you’ll want to read Hotter Than Hell available on GoodNovel. Xavier is the head of the desert crime syndicate when Madison enters his world. One day, I plan to write about his children.

He is right though, if we don't leave, our safety can't be guaranteed. My feet come to a sudden stop as my eyes land on a stetch pasted on the wall, by the streets. It's details barely visible due to the faint and dim light coming from the street lights and cars. But I could make out the details. I lean in closer, my breath hitching as I recognise the person on it. Mr. Arnold can't be serious. He had a sketch of River put up and pasted on the walls. I mean, how desperate can he be?