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v. I turn to look at everyone who all still have their eyes glued to the t.v., everyone seems to be taking this way too seriously, its miles away so it doesn't exactly affect us, I smile to myself, what this lot need is a good show, I look to Acre beside me and notice he's already watching me with a twinkle in his eyes "what you thinking bro?" he mind links me "I think they are taking this way too seriously" "my thoughts exactly, what you got in mind?"

And his family is nice too. Kerem has a little sister Defne. She's so adorable but very smart for a 13-year-old. Defne talked a lot with me when I came in and asked me questions about me I didn't even notice about myself. She asked about my horoscope and told me stuff about it I didn't know but the adorable part is that she asked me how much Ashley loves me and then told me she likes me too. She even hugged me.

Baffled at his action. “What did you call me?” He asks, completely ignoring my question. He closed the distance between us by bending towards me, his scent made up of mandarin, cinnamon, and rosemary reached my nostrils, realizing it was making its way through his Godly physic. I tried my best not to react to it. “Boss?” I repeated what he wished to hear. I looked up, perceiving the pupil of his eyes had been dilated, I gulped in fear that I angered him, maybe I shouldn’t have to call him that, “I am sorry if I said-”

"Please help me... He isn't like my son, the Brigor before. He changed a lot, He became rigid." "All I can do as a help is to calm him down every time he's in the verge of exploding in anger. I can't force him to come with you." "Please do everything, please change him. I'll give you money as a reward." "I don't need any reward sir, I'll do it wholeheartedly." "Thank you so much, sweetheart. By the way, what's your name?" "Carolina Benevolent De Guzman." "Oh! You're one of the De Guzmans?"

Slim I sat next to her on the cliff, handing her a cup of water. Surprisingly, my nerves relaxed as her fingertips unintentionally brushed against mine, and I resisted the urge to sigh in frustration. There was something intriguing about her. She exuded an aura of tranquility wherever she went, and it was slowly affecting me. She smiled at me, but her eyes didn't reflect the same joy. I could tell something was weighing heavily on her mind. "Thanks," she said, her voice shaky with the impact of her thoughts. I could sense her anxiety consuming her.

Scraping his fingernails through the reddened trenches on his scalp, Jon shot an aggravated glance toward Booker. The old man was leaning against the car door, wheezing, pausing momentarily to cough into his checkered handkerchief before casting his gaze to Jermaine. “Have you fucking tracked the plate yet?” “It’s takin’ a little longer than usual, I know, kid, but just take a breath-”

he asked, his voice was dangerously calm. Her breathing got fast as she realized that she had pushed too far. To be continued…

he said. She exhaled. “By who?” “By everyone.” “And does that bother you?” His voice dropped. “It should bother you.” It didn’t. It bothered her how much she liked it. The moment of collapse came quietly. Too quietly. She stepped away from a conversation to get water and found Serena waiting near the bar. Alone. Up close, she was even more striking. Not cruel. Not cold. Just… sharp in a way that cut. “You’re brave,” Serena said.

She leaned her back on a mall’s staircase, sighing and almost stomping her feet in disgust. 'Shitty childish fashion sense, Aimee! When will that kid ever change? Why don’t they wear something pretty? Tacky outfits everywhere—oh gosh, my eyes are gonna burn! This is making me stressed! No way, I’m gonna get wrinkles! This is all your fault, Aimee!' She ranted in her mind.