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I pout “You don't think?” “Hmmm, I think you're obsessed with the person you had their name tattooed on your body not me”

"I don't like apples. I like lychees. You all think that lychees are bad for me, so you forced me to eat apples, and if I don't, you'll crush the lychee with your feet right before my eyes. "That's your way of expressing 'affection.'"

"she murmured as she watched herself being carried out of the hall, all eyes on her. ''Mmm... you did, but that should be the least of your worries. At this moment, you should worry more about Darien Quinn. I'm sure he won't spare you. ''Oh heavens!'' Zee exclaimed petrified with worry. ''You wanted to be popular, didn't you?'' Mia taunted. ''c'mon, this isn't at all my idea of fame.'' Zee said, pacing about the room. 'What do I do? What do I do?' She racked her brain for ideas. ''Idea." she squeaked when an idea came to her mind. ''I think I should apologize.'' She said suddenly. ''What!!'' the panicking faces of both Mia and Irene dropped. ''You're joking, right? cause that's a no-no." Ire

I had an idea, and I was determined to make it work. I grabbed a pen and paper and began to brainstorm. I wrote down all of the possibilities, exploring every option no matter how wild or far-fetched. I thought about what Annabel would have wanted, what was best for the company, and what I could realistically achieve. As the ideas started to flow, I felt a sense of hope begin to take root. It was still a long shot, but I was determined to make it happen.

It was a passage that resonated deeply with her, and she couldn't help but wonder who had marked it so deliberately. The words etched on the page echoed in her mind as she read them aloud: "There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one's idea for thirty-five years; there's something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps the most important of your ideas."

Zayne gestures for me to take the floor, and I rise from my seat, a surge of confidence coming out of nowhere making me stand tall. I take a deep breath before I begin to present my ideas for Judy Hills' café brand, the ideas I explained to Zayne at 3 am while he fought the urge to sleep. I launch into my presentation, sharing the vision I had meticulously crafted during those late-night discussions. I describe my vision for creating a warm and inviting atmosphere rather than a luxurious one, where customers can experience a sense of community and connection. I delve into the details of the interior design, the menu offerings, and the brand messaging, painting a vivid picture of what the caf

I try to say. "But what?" he interrupts me, but he's not upset, he's still just as calm. "You're filling your head with stupid ideas again." With his fingers he taps my forehead. "No, I'm just thinking..." His lips land on mine. "I love you sweetheart, Clara loves you and for her you are enough, no matter what others may think, she is happy with two daddies." I hook my arms around her neck. "I love you too, I'm sorry for those stupid ideas that fill my head, I was just afraid that again I will be plagued by this." I reciprocate the kiss sim embarrassed to be seen by anyone else.

I think I should take my own advice. Could it be true, does Nick love me, "I love you" was a very strong word, you can't just say it just like that with any girlfriend you have. I think "I love you" only exists once, when you really fall in love and that person stays with you. At least I don't see myself saying "I love you" to all the boyfriends I might have in the future. Not when I know it's for real, that we really do have future plans and that sort of thing. But to every girlfriend you've ever had you've said "I love you" that word is already worn out by the time it leaves your lips, it no longer has any special meaning. -What? -Nate snapped me out of my thoughts, so I looked at him blin

I will love you and only you for as long as I live. I give my heart to you, only you. And no matter what happens, I will never take it back. I don't want you to be uncertain about our future or be insecure. You are the only one I want to kiss, the only one I want to make love to, the only one I want to bear my children and the only one I want to be beside me until the end of my life.

I'll give my all to you, Because All of me loves All of you..! All of me loves All of you♥️