More Than This Mga Nobela at Kwento

Riley said as tears ran down her cheeks " You hate England, you can not survive in England so stop spewing nonsense and calm down " Ana said " Look, i know you're hurt, and yes, i think you should move, but not move out of the continent. Listen, i think you should come to new york, there are lots of Ad agencies here and with your cv you can get any job with any of them. Plus, you can stay with me and there would be someone to actually stay with you in a time like this"

Maybe, this is can be refrence for nex birthday😀😀🤗🤗🤗🤗 Thank you for reading🤗🤗🤗

I approach the covered painting board and try to look under it. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Shouts a male voice. His voice invades in me chills, warm chills and when I turn to look at the person who shouted of anger, I realize it is still him. Zack Torneur, with a tower attached around his waist, living his naked well-sculptured chest seen with his wings tattoo. When I analyze him more deeply, apart from his curly hair and his light brown eyes, he has a light stubble beard. On his forarm the word GO in very big capital letters had been tattooed, on his biceps a big moon tattoo and on his thorax a rose surrounded by thorns. All this tattoo? What for? It seems he has other tattoos, but right n

The suggestion of a smile that felt more felt than seen. He shaded lightly. Erased. Added texture. Let the drawing be unfinished. In the margin, he wrote: She sounds like thunder remembered too late.