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I hope her journey reminds you that even when life feels messy, we can still choose who we want to be and who we let into our lives🥹. I can’t thank you enough for reading🫶🏼. It means the world to me🙂‍↕️. And hey....stick around for my next book😌✨ With love, Heppie Leo

Lately, ever since Little Luc dropped from the sky with his wings tugged on his hack, my happiness has come from simple, simple things. Be it a stroll in the park, the sound of his little laugh, and sleeping next to Anna at night. That plus pouring my heart into the keyboard and typing down the musings of my brain. Life was peaceful the way it was, and yes; there were shitty bumps here and there, but I would choose this life over everything else.

He released my neck before lifting my two hands above my head and capturing them in one hand, rendering me completely helpless before tugging my jaw upwards with his free hand. "Oh Snow, you don't know what you do to me." I shivered at those whispered words just as he finally covered my lips with his, trapping my husky moans in. Excerpt from; His Little Snow [18+] ©Josephine. C. Ivy

There is no such thing as a circle of people or a lot of difference from grandma. After seven days, a parcel called Anushka arrived. Everyone is very surprised. She is very excited. This is the first time something has come through the post office in his name. Unwrapping, the book came out. Anushka read the name, 'Letters from a father to a brother.

Well, they moved again. On the way, all I can do is listen to music and read. My play list seems to be looping, so I have more fun with some excerpts from the book Randomness. Loretta authorized me to bring it, and maybe I'll even lend it to Ethan. I hear he's been more cultured and responsible lately. “Another episode of little guy breaking Moniquinha's heart? But then again, I was still twenty-five, and this is literally a torn page from an old diary.

~15 years ago~ A little guy at the age of 5 was busy reading a book under an old tree but still stood tall and look Almighty. His low grade cheap glasses make a silent noise whenever he turned his head to look at the next page. He reads very quietly that if one make a slightest noise around him, that noise will be transferred through his ears, like the light footstep at the back of the tree he was currently reading his psychological book in and that was heading its ways to him.

My breath hitched I felt those eyes caress every inch of my exposed back. I felt intense hate oozing from those eyes. letting my gaze wander,trying to fathom who’s gaze it was. Closing my eyes,inhaling softly,I picked my glass of wine and took a big gulp. I was absent minded and couldn’t pick anything from Maxwell's conversation with the men. Maxwell didn’t address me and I kept on shoving food down my throat. With disgust plastered on my face, I picked up her phone and was about to stand.

"Thank Ms. Ellison for her kindness on my behalf, but my life isn't meant to clean up after her." I hung up and looked out at the busy traffic below. The collapse of that project had come even faster than I expected. A faint smile spread across my lips.

I opened the board report. Started reading. It was time to live for myself again.

I can speak but I choose not to because I'm afraid. My legs are barely usable from the constant broken bones that healed incorrectly. Standing or walking for more than ten minutes I start to have pain in my bones. Yet I still have to do everything around the house I have learned to endure the pain. It also doesn't help that I don't know how to read or write since no one ever taught me I had to learn things from observation. I remember when I was about six or seven there was a little girl named Anna who lived next door to me. She sometimes would sneak over when no one was home and we'd play. She taught me many things like colors, shapes, and numbers.