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Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

He places his forehead against mine and closes his eyes, he let out a sigh before slowly rubbing our noses together, "What are you doing to me, Angela?"

I found out her mother dead while giving birth to her and how her father got married to another women who have a daughter making her have a step mother and sister. "You know what Mr DiCaprio I accept your proposal. I will to be your lover." She said cutting the call. Woah! That was easy ...too easy...she didn't even argue or put up a fight like I was expecting her too. Maybe she like me also and she finally realized her undying love for me. Too bad all I feel for her is lust not love. Stop lying to your self Romeo. Samantha Today is the day I face me DiCaprio after the phone call as his lover officially if that is even a thing.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

my dad said, I could feel his rage from here and I don't like that feeling so I just hung up. "Is it family again?" Amber asked sighing knowing the response "well I’m" I said trying to forget what happened a few minutes ago. I wore a knitted bear sweater, baggy jeans, and white sneakers. "Hey, studying the romance book by Arosh Tanjil, It’s good isn’t” a familiar voice said behind me, as I turned around I saw…Mattheo…I don’t know why I was expecting Xander. “You’ve read it before?” I asked as he nodded and my eyes widened a little “didn’t know boys read romance books” I murmured before continuing to read the book “hey I just wanted to say sorry for what happened on Sunday, I just don’t know

The color of the flowers was spectacular. Excited, he walked forward to smell the flowers. “Indeed, this species of rose enjoys a well-deserved reputation. They look amazing at full bloom.” Suzy beamed as she studied his handsome face. All of a sudden, she felt a wave of sadness inside her. She heard from the gardener that Sean was engaged. He planted the rainbow roses as a gift for his fiancée. She was envious of that woman. Sean was not only handsome and smart, but he was also a kind and loyal man. How lucky was the woman to be married to him!

I continue my work and I have a good progress. I decided to email my proposed title and outline to Ms. Amanda and I’m a bit nervous. I hope she will like it. I’m confident with my work but knowing Ms. Amanda she is a very strict and I don’t know what really catches her attention or what her taste about a novel. I decided to make a romance novel about a girl that left on her wedding day to pursue her dreams and after a long time will meet again her past lover.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

It's really funny that she only noticed it now. Her eyes wandered around her small face. The face where people in their small-town envies and at the same time loved by many. Dalia's palm was still throbbing from the crisp slap she gave her. Her hair is flaming red, an attractive color. Red—a color that represents life, health, vigor, war, courage, anger, and love. She wants to laugh as she looks at Agnes that was currently holding back her cry and she looks up at her with disbelief in her eyes.