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Yes," she answered. People she used to be with almost every day before. After lunch or maybe at late afternoon she would do that. At hours when people are relaxing after works. It's still morning so she will be going to horse riding first. And on the plateau she loves to go. She's there at the stable. Pegasus is the only one she wants to ride but it has an illness the veterinarian said. "Pegasus is also getting older," Mang Castor explained. "It's okay. I'd rather choose Star," she replied. The heat of the sun was still nice when she reached the top of the plateau. Just like how she spent her whole day before. She suddenly imagined Jake in its appearance as it handed red rose flower to her

"You're welcome anytime. Trust me when I told you that you're a darling. For you I shall choose blue color." "Uh huh, mind your color sweetheart." her mother quarried. "Just teasing, mom," she replied. "You don't play with love dearie. Now is the last of them all, which is the sixth and is Pragma - green color. It is also known as conditional affairs or love. I wouldn't want to say much, I'm keeping everything for my speech on the big day. I do hope you ceaselessly love each other for eternity." she said with gloomy eyes. "Now you can always count on me but also keep your color sweet so that you can always live happily ever after. Don't forget that Sunday is gonna be a good day for us all. S

Audrey said pushing down the blame on Keith's mother. Keith dropped his phone and reached for his notepad. "How to make a woman fall madly in love with you in a hundred and twenty days," Keith read aloud and frowned. "Isn't that too long?" He thought as he calculated how many months make up the number of days. "You got to be kidding me, three months and a week," Keith asked but the article proved him wrong as he read it. He wrote down the key things he needed before moving to the next article.

His eyes remained steady, but Danice could sense he didn’t quite know how to respond—the faint movement of his throat gave him away. A small smile tugged at her lips. This man… though he appeared composed and distant, up close he was surprisingly easy to read. So she decided to speak instead. “…I like bright colors,” she said softly. “Especially ones close to the rising sun—golden streaks, warm orange light. They give me a feeling of hope… of a better tomorrow.” Her mind wandered to the rising sun she had always watched from Jenny’s balcony, the orange sky warming the park during her morning jogs, the golden light that illuminated everything it touched. As she recalled those memories, a gent

Nine Years Later Red. It is everywhere, drenching the room in its rich, provocative splendor. Red, like the taste of dark cherries and the burn of vintage wine. Red, like whispered temptations and silent threats lurking behind polite smiles. The color of love and war. Of passion and destruction. Of blood.

Natasha leaned closer, her hair brushing against his. “You’re actually talented,” she said quietly. Michael smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Their faces were inches apart. The air shifted. As the fire crackled and the ocean hummed in the background, Natasha felt his warmth beside her. Neither of them spoke, but their eyes kept finding each other. One by one, their friends drifted off to sleep. Soon, it was just the two of them—alone in a charged silence. The firelight danced across Michael’s face, making him look almost unreal.

She turned to grab it, but I was quick enough to snap it shut and hold it out of her reach as she stepped closer to me, glaring in annoyance. "Hello, Ms Rodriguez," I said, staring down at her. "Stefano," she greeted back reluctantly, taking a step back and pulling a strand of hair away from her face as it blew in the wind up here. "How was Romania?" she mumbled after a momentary silence. "Better than New York," I answered, and her little dry laugh told me she expected it. "How was New York?" I questioned. "Shitshow." I bit back a reply and glanced at her attire, taking in the creamy-champagne white satin slip dress and the way it only started at her tailbone, leaving her back exposed.

Crystal closed her eyes and felt his touch on her skin sending butterflies to her stomach, building burning sensation in her whole body. Rayan sneered when she didn't reply. "Your love is like a sunrise that will always shine through my sky. It rises slowly but I'm patient enough because I know the view of your love keeps my heart racing. I think the best part is right before it peaks. You don't express your love but your eyes show it so clearly. Those eyes bring me warmth, light in my life."

The 'go' shot of the journey had successfully gone off. "I love you too, Mason, and I just remembered to reply to a question you asked me days back. I gave it deep thoughts you know." "What question?" "You wanted to know the shade of my love like you did the other moods...feelings, isn't it?" Mason nodded causing her to near her lips to his ears. And with a whisper that made the hairs on his body, including his third leg, rise, she said, "Jungle Nexus. Jungle Nexus is the lip shade I've been wearing since you officially returned into my life. That, Mason Donovan, is the shade of my love for you."

He turned back and quickly banged the door behind him with a very loud sound . * * Gbooooom ! * * and then went back to where he was sitting . Bryan looked at him, and noticed it was Mira at the door, because, he could only do that to her after what happened initially . Mira was shocked at the loud bang of the door,, but she still did not give up, she then said ... "Please babe... let's talk and trash this thing ones and for all ... come open and let me in please ... you know I truly love you, right ... ? "