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CHAPTER TWELVE: HOPE's PICK-UP LINE ✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧ Poppy’s mouth is still slightly open as she watches us three in disbelief. She stands up slowly and scrutinizes our outfits, probably recognizing us from breakfast since she’s been with Love and me all morning. Then she turns her attention to Hope. Poppy cautiously approaches Hope, reaches out, and lightly pokes Hope’s cheek with her finger, seemingly verifying that Hope is real.

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Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him. He'd never intended to keep it. When Lena Carter had offered it to him—those gentle words, that thoughtful crease between her eyebrows—he'd intended to refuse. But something in her eyes had taken away his intention. It was neither flirting nor pretense. It was genuine. Silent. Generous. He hated kindness. It broke things open. Julian gazed down at the book. The cover was unadorned, the title in gold print: *A Man Called Ove*. He remembered Lena's words:

David’s low groan from the chair encouraged us both. We rolled together on the bed, our hands exploring. I unclasped her bra, freeing her heavy tits completely. They were magnificent, full, and soft, with dark nipples begging to be touched. I lavished attention on them, sucking and biting gently while she moaned loudly. “Fuck, Poppy… your mouth feels so good,” she gasped, “You’re a fucking pro, the title of a slut suits you best… just how many women have you fuck…ed”

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Hazel’s name appeared at the top of the screen. My fingers moved faster than I’d ever admit. I opened it. The first photo filled the screen immediately. Poppy was sitting on the living room couch at home, her chubby little legs sprawled wide with no dignity whatsoever, her face smeared with pink and chocolate gelato, both braids sticking out sweetly from either side of her head like two tiny exclamation points. Apparently Rhea had actually braided her hair into pigtails, complete with little ribbons that didn’t match but somehow still looked exactly right on her. In Poppy’s lap sat an open pizza box. One slice was way too big for her mouth, so naturally she was biting it straight from the mi

Popping open the buttons again, I grabbed a random book from the pile and knocked on the door. “Sorry to disturb you, but I seem to have a problem with…” I cast a cursory look at the book I’d grabbed and was appalled to see it was a literature book, “…this book.” He arched his brow. “Time to kill" by John Grisham . I got it because I was told it’s one of the books in this year’s syllabus, even though I wasn’t sure if Literature is one of the subjects you’re interested in. I haven’t read it though, so I might not be of much help.”

Maxina Heart wasn't the McDonald's family's biological daughter. Their real daughter was long gone. She died at the hands of the human traffickers. Maxina shared the same name as their daughter, which was unlucky from the start. She had been with the traffickers for as long as she could remember. She didn't know her real parents. A year ago, the McDonald family mistakenly took her for their daughter and brought her home. Maxina wanted to see if they were worthy of the girl who was dead because of their mistake. They weren't. Maxina Heart died at the end of that year because her friend's family chose Karen, an adopted daughter who replaced the real Maxina. Now, she's back, and she

I place the pods in but leave the audio off until I get outside. “There she is.” Pop says as he gives me a kiss on the cheek. He’s tucking into his waffles, eggs and bacon for breakfast. He does love a hearty breakfast and is always telling me that you should never go out on empty. “How is my girl this morning?” If they did see the interview they’re not letting on. “Yeah, I’m okay, Pop. Could be better.”

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.