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Chris reciprocated the gesture and also took notice of his assistant, who was slipping silently from the corner of his eyes. ***** Happy reading ❤❤

His stare made me uncomfortable as he slowly curled his lips into a smirk. "Nice to meet you. I'm Jack Wilson. I hope you have a good evening." After drinking the glass of wine Calvin handed me, I started to feel dizzy and quickly lost consciousness. Right before I completely blacked out, I heard Jack's voice. "You're really going for this? You’ve got no limits, huh?" "Chubby feels better, man! Just wait, who wouldn’t envy us? No one's ever done a fat girl like this!" Grandpa, help me.

That’s Grayson the charmer winking at sunny. That got sunny chuckling as she said, “nice to meet you all, babies! I’m so happy to have you here…” she kisses their cheeks each, ruffled their hair and wriggled their nose. Well sunny is just like her name, always bright and lively. And she kept that energy as she joined us to pack our luggages. She showed us where to fix things and joined me us to do it. Not for one seconds keeping her mouth shut, she always had something to talk about and my kids being chatterboxes themselves, fueled her on. Well, it somehow made the work lively and less stressed and I didn’t even realized it when we all got done.

“And they’re a lot less pleasant than fish-head curry or fried chicken with green chili.” The hand struck. Hard. Directly into Jaladri’s solar plexus. Agony exploded through his body. The pain was so intense he forgot how to breathe. Jaladri was not the sort of person frightened by ghost stories. Physical pain, on the other hand—that was different. That was real. And at that moment, terror wrapped icy fingers around his heart. “Oh, one more thing.” The stranger sounded almost cheerful. “You aren’t unable to move because of sleep paralysis anymore.”

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

I, on the other hand, would walk toward the light and live life like I wanted. I rolled down the window, and winds came flowing in with the scent of flora. They also took away the last strand of Jackie's stench. That was the best ending ever.

Thank you for reading Chapter Eleven| The Cause Of My Sunshine. Is it me or is Zayn getting gorier by the second? Love, Coco

exchanging warm greetings with fellow members of my close-knit pack along the way. Approaching the porch, the swing creaks in a familiar melody, blending with the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. The sun casts a warm golden glow, illuminating the scene before me. My heart swells with anticipation as I catch sight of my grandma, her silver hair shimmering in the sunlight, her eyes twinkling with joy. Her smile widens as she sees me, and I can't help but mirror her expression.

“That’s what you get for messing up with me.” “You ruined my shoes.” He yells, glaring down at his scuffed white sneakers. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before grabbing me, Mr Grumpy.” I smirk, folding my arms across my chest. His eyes widen at my words. “What did you just say? Mr Grumpy?” I laugh at the look on his face. “Yeah, you heard me—Mr Grumpy. Fits you perfectly, don’t you think?” His eyes narrow, and he steps closer, towering over me. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

7 LINDY He pulled out a chair for me and we were quick to settle ourselves down with cheeky smiles on our faces. The sun was bright on the sky at nine in the morning as the wind blows the ruffles of his curly hair while he pushes it back with his hand. I like his hand and how he rakes those fingers through the sea of curls on top of his head. His green eyes gleamed with happiness and his smile was getting wider as he scans the entire table of foods.