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He told her and placed his head on the study table, facing her. "Oh, okay sure." She started reading it, as she read through the scene she felt as if her fingers tips were going numb, she was feeling the joy radiating through her body. It was so good. It was so good that she wanted to cry. It was beautiful. She couldn't believe that he had written it. She could feel the scene coming to life right before her eyes, it was so well-defined and well written. She finished reading and looked at him. Her eyes held admiration for him, she never thought that he'd be so good with words. She felt like she was nothing in front of him and that was a big thing to admit as a writer herself.

I just stood there, drinking in everything, until I felt a presence next to me. This was why I wanted to travel and see places. A camera couldn't truly capture the beauty of a place, and being there in that moment, feeling the wind and smelling air was something a picture couldn't give. "It's beautiful," I said to Parker who had crept up behind me, my cheeks flushed from the cold. "I've never seen anything quite like this before," I told him honestly. "It's always been the same meeting rooms and hallways."

‘Venice,’ Raul said, in that deep, measured voice, ‘can be the loneliest place in the world. ‘Yes,’ Lovely admitted. ‘It was.’ It was as if she was seventeen again, walking alongside the Grand Canal alone and wanting to be in love with the city. To be in love. Of course nearly every schoolgirl on a trip to Italy secretly hoped for a little romance. But on that day—on that terribly lonely day—Lovely would have been happy with a friend. One true friend. XXX

"The flower that you love is not in danger..." I closed my eyes as I was too getting drowsy by his voice. It was becoming a lullaby to my ears. "You're beautiful, but you're empty..." Then there was a long paused. "No one could die for you..." "I know..." I didn't know if it was still part of the book or I was just dreaming already. "The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart..." After that he stopped reading, the silence was overwhelming. I tried to peek up at him under my sleepy eyes. I bit my lip.

It read Royals all in capital letters. The gate opened itself to usher them in and the site they saw was fascinating. Michael wanted to cry at a such beautiful scenery. All over the school at a specific spot were beautiful flowers Michael haven’t seen in his life. There was a water fountain in the middle of the school, at the top of the fountain were two figures, A man and a woman. They must be the founder of these beautiful places Michael thought. Hunter and Damian enjoyed the scenery but to Hunter, he already had something like that at home just that he was way smaller than what was standing in front of him. They don’t have beautiful flowers as the school has and for Damian, he would enjo

" I clenched my fist. This was the question I was afraid to answer. I have some guesses but it was too shocking for a child. "You will be in a better place where there is no shadow and nightmares. You'll be freed from your pain." There is the only answer I could think of. It was half-truth and half-lie. "Is it a nice place?" I closed my eyes and bit my lips. It was very hard to lie. It's a good thing Alex could not see me. I maintained my smile in my voice as possible. "Yes. It is a very good place."

He deserves better . ‘Here we are,’ he murmured, his voice butting into her thoughts. ‘'Now, take a deep breath before you prepare to enter into the fray, Loveth.’' Loveth peered out of the window at the dazzling sight which awaited them. The venue was one of New York’s most glitzy hotels, its exterior bright with lights so that it looked as if there was a whole galaxy of stars burning at the front of its upmarket site opposite Boston Park.

Raymond was pouring coffee, humming something soft under his breath, shirtless as usual, entirely too distracting. "What’s this?" I asked. He glanced over. "Read it." I unfolded the note. > Dear lovers, There is a bookstore in the village. Not just any bookstore. One where people leave pieces of themselves behind. Pages of poetry. Notes. Secrets. The owner lets you browse, read, and write your own. Consider it today’s adventure. —Mama Elsie I smiled so hard it hurt, “you planned this also right?” He nodded. --- Later That Morning The drive down was quiet.

I didn't even bother lighting a candle as I reached the ladder leading to the upper loft and climbed up to the second story, smiling as I laid eyes upon my favorite place in the entire castle. The loft was cozy, yet spacious, a corner of it lined with cushions and low-lying chaise lounges. It was large enough to house five rows of bookshelves; however, the space between them was totally shadowed by darkness. No one came up here but me, it seemed. I could leave a book open in the nest of cushions and no one would come and close it or put it away. It was my place, my haven. I hadn't been reading long before I heard the library door open and shut and a light move through the dark below me. Some

Messy, sleepy, endless love. END OF CHAPTER 107