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It was a book they had read countless times, but each time, it held a new magic, a new wonder for Theo. “Once upon a time,” Hazel began, her voice soft and soothing, “there was a little bear named Barnaby who loved to go on adventures.” Theo’s eyes widened, his attention captivated by the story. He listened intently, his tiny fingers tracing the illustrations, his imagination soaring with each word Hazel spoke. The story of Barnaby the bear, his adventures in the forest, his encounters with talking squirrels and mischievous rabbits, filled the room with a sense of magic and wonder. Theo giggled at Barnaby’s antics, his heart filled with joy.

Why is it so hard to understand? I can't even recall the last time I was genuinely happy. As I forced out those words, swallowing my pride with a heavy heart, I tried to snap out of my mood by calling my buddies who were always up for some whiskey. In less than an hour they arrived at Concave Bar ready to party and drink till dawn. For a few minutes, as we drank and danced, Nathan suggested, "Hey how about we play a game to liven things up? It's Friday night, after all."

Cliques had been established already and I couldn't break in . At first, the other kids weren't always mean . They didn't call me names . They didn't bully me . It all started to get worse in the month of November when Ms. Adams , my teacher asked us to write about our favorite thing in the world . I wrote my favorite thing to be the ability to see the midnight black sky with the shinny stars . It was a whole three page essay mixed with lots of emotions but the other kids considered it nonsense . While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me .

She buried her head into her hands and sobbed. “Mummy can you give auntie a hug?” Sean asked his mother. “She is very sad.” Natasha turned to look at Luyando’s desperate state. “Sean, why don’t you and I go out and take a look at the beautiful orchard behind the house?” Tulani took his son’s hand and led him out of the room. “What is an orchard dad?” Sean asked. “It is a garden of fruits son.” “Woooow. Are there apples there?” the four year old asked excitedly.

They all gave them gifts and all seated to have a chat like old times. "Mamu (maternal uncle) please tell us a story, like old times," Aashi said with puppy dog eyes "yes papa tell us na we all want to hear something," Manasvi said "ohk fine," Her father said and tap his chin like he is thinking something "hmm I got a perfect story, let's start children, this story will change your views and don't repeat the things they did." her father said

Chapter 5 Riley’s POV “I did it on purpose this time and I fucking loved every second of typing that garbage just to watch him lose his cool.” I hit submit on the worst essay I could come up with at three in the morning, my fingers flying across the keys while my pussy stayed slick the whole time thinking about how he would react. My clit kept throbbing as I wrote complete nonsense on purpose, knowing it would earn me exactly what I wanted even if I told myself I hated him for it.

My sundress clung to my skin from the humidity, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how my nipples had stayed hard since the pool earlier. Tyler grinned wide, already slurring a bit as he slammed back the fresh drink. “Nah, baby, we’re celebrating! Honeymoon rules. Kyle, remember that time in college when you got so fucked up you tried to piss in the RA’s fridge?” He burst out laughing, loud enough that heads turned at nearby tables, slapping his brother on the arm. Kyle leaned back in his chair, that cocky smirk never leaving his face, his eyes locked on me across the table like he could see straight through my dress.

The authentic Monet he'd spent two million on, the box of limited-edition cigars he'd brought back from Cuba himself, the collection of rare vinyl he treasured more than anything. I picked up an ashtray and hurled it at them. The sound of shattering glass was sharp and clear, and it felt exhilarating. I used every heavy object I could find. With each crash, I felt the knot in my chest loosen a little. Breathing heavily, I surveyed the wreck I had made of the room. Just as I was about to leave, Rhys returned, carrying shopping bags filled with gifts. None of them were things I liked. They were obviously for Noa.

Kamala asked and he nodded. “A couple of my crazy guys back in college spoke about it. So it was the fastest way to get the money that I could think of. I signed for one month and by two weeks, I was able to clear the debt and get my home back. I know my story sounds unbelievable in this century but it's my truth” Kamala pulled him in for a hug. They lay back down and she narrated her own story to him, her face wet with tears when she was done.

Shaun comes in looking for her, and she hides behind me. "Where is she? The tickle monster needs a little girl." He says, stomping around the living room. Gabi peeks at him from behind my legs. "I haven't seen any little girls, Mr. Tickle Monster," I tell him while Gabi giggles. "Are you sure? I thought she ran in here." Shaun looks all around, staying away from me while Gabi laughs. He spins back toward me, and Gabi squeals. "I think you're hiding her. Maybe I should tickle you instead." He comes toward me, wiggling his fingers. He knows I'm extremely ticklish.