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At that moment, I knew I wasn’t walking toward a marriage. I was walking into a cage And what was waiting for me… was the devil himself— with secrets I'm not ready to face.

he says to me. I walked out of the room and decided to go out of the cave and sit in front of the waterfall. I like to do it in the darkest hour of the day. When I cannot fall asleep at night, I love to hear the water cascading down into the river. When I was in Bluestoria, I visited the fields of blue roses. That used to be my happy place. Now that I am in Starmainia, the front of my beautiful home is my joyous place.

That a surprise Ok then let get going Rey paid for our meal and drove to a beautiful place,it was quite there and I could there the sound of birds and water Where's this place This is a special place I do come to when ever am bored,you are gonna be the first person I would bring here This is a beautiful place,the light ,the birds,the water ,the air around ,one could even read here here with no disturbance"I said" And why did you bring me here I brought you here because I consider you a friend,bella since have known you , you've always been gentle, you are beautiful intelligent,and you also have a great parents,I would really like it if you become my friends,not just friends I meant best frie

To those finding true love: true love,is always understanding,it patient,it stays,it shares your pains and joy And in the last line of the book, she wrote: Love, the kind that stays, isn’t loud. It’s steady. It lingers. Like a whisper at the edge of sleep. Like hope. Like home. it every thing that will ever complete you THE END Dear Readers, please drop Your comment for the review of this book.... and get ready for my next book.. thank you!!!

Hazel loved this place, its quietude a stark contrast to the bustling city outside. She navigated the labyrinthine aisles, her fingers tracing the spines of well-worn books, her mind already lost in the world of literature. Today, she was on a quest for a first edition of Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice," a rare treasure she'd been hunting for weeks.

The nasty words weaved cruelly, tearing apart any positivity I had spouted. It was exhausting having to deal with them. It was exhausting being me. I slouched in my seat, trying my hardest to huddle deeper in the hoodie I was wearing. The soft furry material that coated the inside my hoodie caressed my skin delicately. A comforting wave of heavy coffee beans and rich leather surrounded me in a soothing cocoon. My hand lazily worked to draw whatever I could to destress my scrambled thoughts. I tuned out the quiet hum around me, gaze focused on every detail that littered my page.

I was breathless, he always got me there. The moonlight spilled into the room and was our only way of seeing anything. The dim light was comforting and made every unexpected touch intensify. I loved the feeling of him being close to me. His words rather whispers made me feel things I never felt before. Everything about him is unique and special, I love him and I will always do. Spending time with him is all I want, I pulled him closer to me, and as he pressed my naked body, I smiled and kissed him, he opened his mouth to make the kiss, even more, deeper, as his tongue played with mine, I moaned with satisfaction.

"What is this?" She picked up the note and started to read it slowly. "When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars,

She stood in awe, caught full blast in the beauty of the mountains in front of her. She stood in the doorway taking them in. The green of the pine trees, the perfect blue of the sky, the brown and purple of the mountains with just the tips of white. Standing there, she finally understood the “America the Beautiful” lyric of “purple mountain majesty.” “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Dylan’s voice was soft behind her shoulder. He was close enough to touch her if he wanted and she found herself wanting him to do so. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to trap you in there,” she said quickly, stepping out and turning to the side to let him out. But he didn’t move. He stood there, looking at her.