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"Looks like I'm condemned to stay bored a little longer." He stepped out. The door clicked shut, clean and absolute. The final sliver of moonlight slipping through the gap fell across the spot where he'd just been standing. His empty glass lay on the floor in the amber afterglow, silent and still. The mulled wine on my nightstand was still steaming. I sat sideways on the windowsill, my back against the cold glass, the red moonstone chain clutched in my hand. The moonlight had already retreated behind the pines. The eastern sky was beginning to pale.

I saw a white bedside table with an alarm clock, a rose-red touch lamp, and a blue Bluetooth speaker. The accessories in the room are small but big enough. It is filled with different kinds of art, photos, and bedding. On the wall is a black outlined photo frame with photos of him and his family and their holiday to Australia. On the bed is a light purple duvet with a big blanket folded on the end. 2 long pillows sit on top of my bed behind a small, dark square pillow. On the very top of the tall draws are dressers and a couple of drink bottles, along with a cup I guess he got from netball this season. There are loads of different earrings dangling off of a metal sheet, which is shaped into

I'm sure he's somewhere else with a pretty lady, or well just doing something that doesn't concern me and I'm here moping like a kid who lost her shoe. Maybe it's because I am a lot of things and I have a lot of traits, but having a steeled heart is not one. And if Jose can think that something is wrong with me because of that night, then I need to do better. I decide to put it all out of my mind. After all, I'm not the first person to have a one-night stand. When I get out of the bathroom, I walk straight to the kitchen and see Jose making omelettes and pancakes, one of my favourites. "Mmmm, yummmmmm," She looks up and laughs widely.

I had to support myself with the nightstand, and if I hadn't taken my hands away quickly, I would have collapsed with it. The nightstand is little more than a pile of mismatched planks held together with a few rusty nails. It wobbles unsteadily whenever I touch it, and I worry that it might collapse at any moment. My room was just a dreary place where no one would want to stay. More like a dungeon.

This time, she needed mental relief. She kept a silver candle holder out, setting it carefully onto a slate coaster on the nightstand and making sure the candle was sitting right. The apartment had come furnished, and though it wasn't in perfect condition, she didn't want to add any new damage like burn marks to anything that wasn't hers.

Various scenarios of his meeting with Arielle kept appearing in his mind making him restless. But worst of all was the thought that she might not even be there in that town, and he would not be able to find her. With every passing hour, as the night deepened, that thought kept getting stronger, depriving him of much-needed rest. He locked his hotel room and decided to roam around on the beach to relax. It was close to midnight, and the beach was almost empty. That was probably the most significant difference between towns and big cities. A city never slept, while people in small towns enjoyed those mundane luxuries.

After Takeru's shadow disappeared, he turned to look at Gray Danvers: "Are you hungry?" “Yes.” Gray Danvers nodded gently. "Then let's go eat!" The moonlight illuminating the hospital room made everything more blurred than ever. And this is also a good time to break in if you don't want to be discovered. Zane Stark jumped down from the window sill, hesitantly walking to the hospital bed where the blonde was fast asleep. Even when she sleeps, she is still beautiful, the dark night can't overwhelm her beautiful blonde hair. But why are you so scared?

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

Stop right here, Jen! My eye fell on a drip-stand with an empty bag hanging that probably had been finished by me, obviously to keep me strong for more upcoming challenges. There were medicines, a bottle of juice and other items placed on the nightstand. The bedsheet was spread neatly, There was no grain of dust that could be seen by naked eyes. Immaculate was what it is.

~Zion’s POV~ It was somewhere after 9 p.m. when I finished reading the rubbish Robert Jones had sent me through email. My wife was draped in a white towel when I returned to my room. When I walked into the room, she instantly moved to the side of the bed and curled up into a ball, closing her eyes with her hands forming fists. I walked up to her and lifted her off the floor, placing her on top of the bed. “Maya?” I Called out to her.