Sharing Her Mga Nobela at Kwento

I crossed my fingers hoping she won't be mad at me if I tell her what happened. Asalamu Aleikum beautiful people. Don't forget to vote, share your thoughts. Keep smiling ☺ keep loving Peace ✌.

I was getting Raphael vibes right now, but I had no idea what he was thinking. “You know we share women all the time, man, this wouldn’t be any different if it came to that. If that’s what she wanted, I would gladly share her with you. In fact, I would be proud to share her with you. Honestly, there is a lot that you could give her, that I never could. I’m not too self absorbed to notice when she wants something that I can’t give her. It might do her good, honestly.” I said with a grin.

Seb who heard this held her hand, and while giving a soft kiss on her hand said, “Why people share with others?” Swara who heard this said, “so they can lessen their pain?” She replied in a questioning tone on which Seb nodded his head and said, “right!! They share because they want to lessen their pain. They don’t share because they want to see others in pain.” “You are now an important part of my life, but I will not allow you to become the part of my tragic past. I’m ready to share everything with you, whether its happiness or sadness, but the sadness of my past will remain with me only.”

She was now a shareholder, one step closer to realizing her dreams. A triumphant smile graced Nora's face as she closed the app, her heart filled with hope and determination. She had taken a bold leap toward the future she had always envisioned, seizing the opportunity that Merrick's unexpected generosity had presented. "I did it!" Nora exclaimed aloud, unable to contain her joy. She imagined the possibilities that awaited her as a shareholder, the potential for growth and success. It was a thrilling moment, a pivotal milestone on her journey.

I managed, my brain still struggling to grasp what she was talking about. "Heck yeah, it is", she chimed, pulling a chair and sitting on it, " I mean, I know your posts on I* trend and all," she sighed, " but this is massive. Take a look at this," she said, handing me her phone, " three hundred million reach, ten million likes five hundred thousand comments and thirty-nine thousand shares. You have got to teach me your strategy." She rattled on. "Slow down for a second there," I dragged, "What's I*?"

I said it straight to her face and she sighed. "Well.. If I don't get the shares, at least.. I'll able to see you." She suddenly smirked.

She needed to hear such comforting expressions for her total recovery and come back. Comfort felt, she needs to confess to her sister, about her encounter with her husband, Uncle Barry, and probably Rob, that is in the U.K now. She felt it would bring her total recovery. In relating, her story, she realized so many things to be done. Sharing one's pain relieves from trauma. She has been traumatic and has affected her emotions. Her moods have been hazardous and she wants to live a settled life. All the pains should be gone from her life. She also would like to go to college and share her testimony to encourage both girls and boys to open up and share their trauma with her. She would love Prin

Because of this post, the news spread like wildfire that day. "See what happened? You don't want to share it to me yet everyone is now talking about it in the social media. It's really good to have social media. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have known. Next time, try to at least share it with me first, alright?" I pouted. Sharing her stories is not my thing. Fine, it's my fault. Tss. I looked at her phone again. While reading lot of comments, I don't know but smile slowly formed in my lips.

she said, "I get you all the time. I can share. Plus, I'm kind of enjoying showing off your dick to my friends." "Who's first, then?" I said, excitedly.

She makes me want. I had her once when we were just kids. But I lost her, not because the world took her from me, but because I was a coward. I didn’t fight, didn’t speak, didn’t stay. And now, years later, with a little more strength in me and far less fear—I’m not letting her slip away again. Not this time. Life has taught me many cruel lessons, but she taught me one that stayed - sharing what’s inside can set you free.