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But what surprises Vienna was the volume of the books, no offense but she thought Leopard was not the type of guy who likes to read books, other than maps and such. She somehow landed her eyes in a certain book lying on the table that caught her attention. Vienna took it and read the title, Where I truly Belong. She smirked at the book's title, it seems like even the book is confused about where it truly belongs, just like Vienna. She returned it above the table and walk near the window where the houses and the large scale of water surrounding the island shines as the morning setting sun appear, turning the seawater into gold. She has never been this peaceful ever since, and it gives her suc

God. Mostly. Fair. Several structural compromises had occurred. Reasonable. But it remained functional. God. Then Lily sat beside it. Watching Peanut sleep nearby. Fair. Several moments passed. Reasonable. Then she smiled softly. God. And whispered: "Best castle." Fair. Maybe it was. Reasonable honestly. Outside, sunset painted gold across the ocean while waves rolled endlessly against the cliffs below. Inside the house, a blanket fort stood proudly as proof of an afternoon well spent. And somewhere between pillows, imagination, and the breathtaking realization that love often creates little worlds for the people we care about—

I stopped kissing her and stared at her beautiful face. "I don't want us to do it here, Quinn. I want to take you to a beautiful place and make love to you repeatedly." I whispered. The smile on her face speaks of contentment. She nodded gently and hugged me like there was no longer tomorrow. . C.M. LOUDEN

I smiled as I kept thinking about the first time I met her, and I chuckled involuntarily, and just let all the recollection fills my brain and heart before I perished. It's so unhappy that we ended up like this but at the same time, I had no regret to let myself die here with her, with the sword which connected our bodies. I will never regret this moment even in heaven. This is between Love and Death, and I chose to disappear here with someone I used to loved and I used to hate. But in the end, I still fill the same way. I still felt my love for her that was only covered with anger and grief. But the most important thing was that the truth brought into this world. I held Ylisha's head and g

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

Laura Laura closed her eyes and imagined herself at a mountain lake. There were horses, and the world smelled of pine and fresh rain. The lake sparkled in the sunlight and sunlight warmed her skin. It was peaceful and calm. Nothing could be wrong in this beautiful place. And then a plane crashed into the lake, and everything was ruined.

Who would have thought that the happiness I was chasing all my life could be found in the very person I least expected to love? The End

Each entry painted a vivid portrait of a woman determined to find beauty in every moment, to celebrate love, and to navigate the challenges of life with grace. "I want to make every day count," Larry read, his voice a gentle caress to the sentiments laid bare in Sophia's handwriting. The words, though penned in ink, seemed to carry the very heartbeat of their shared journey. In those moments, the apartment became a sacred space—a sanctuary where the echoes of Sophia's aspirations and the nuances of her love story reverberated.

It was probably the first time he had ever seen me this heartless toward him. Rain poured endlessly from the gray sky, the poor weather causing my injured leg to ache faintly. "Nolan," I whispered gently, staring at the rain splattering against the cafe windows. "I used to understand why you couldn't forget your first love. I had once believed that I'd probably carry memories of you forever if we ended things." A gentle smile appeared on my face as I gazed at the flowers outside, their petals torn by the storm. "You knew everything Irene did to me. Yet, you still chose to hide the truth because you knew I couldn't leave you. But you forgot one important thing… I am human, and I have this pes

was lost in his own realm of words and wonders. The world beyond our little cocoon ceased to exist, leaving just the three of us enveloped in the fragrance of well-loved books. Yet, my gaze remained tethered to her, drawn by an invisible thread that wound its way around my heart.I couldn't help but wonder about the adventures unfolding within the pages of her book, mirroring the uncharted territories of my own heart. The tale was a dance of heroes and heroines, of love blooming amidst fantastical landscapes. It was a dance that echoed the silent rhythm of our own souls, an unspoken harmony that resonated in the hushed breath of the room.And so, I sat there, a silent observer of this symphon