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Not your divorced!

Not your divorced!

Lunar looked in his eyes after the kiss, he wanted more, they both wanted more. He pulled her closer, he was about to kiss her again when a knock on the door interrupted. He stood up and answered the door. "Hey!" He greeted aloud. "Hi daddy!" Kaila greeted in a loud excited tone. Daemon lifted her from the ground, as he turned to enter the room, khalid hopped in immediately. "Hey dad!" The kid looked up to greet his father. "Howdy little man!" He responded. "We haven't seen you all day. Grandma said you had a headache. Are you okay daddy?" Khalid asked in a concerned tone. "Is the headache gone now?" . "Yes son it's gone completely, not a single trace left." He smiled then looked at lunar. "Daddy, when are you going to make lunar our mommy?" Kaila's question brought daemon's attention from the flash backs of the kiss they'd shared earlier. The question put him in an awkward position, he didn't know what answer to give to not offend lunar or disappoint his daughter, as he struggled for a suitable answer, lunar broke the ice. "Kaila why do you need a mommy?" The question was a save but it was important to know why the little girl seems so desperate to get a mommy. "Because, mommies braid their daughter's hair, have ice cream with them at the park, teach them how to organise tea parties, sings them good night songs." She explained with a longing look in her eyes. "I see. But what makes you think i can do all that for you?" Lunar asked despite being moved to tears with the girl's answer. "Can't you?" Kaila asked. "I mean i can but why do you think i'm the best candidate for that. To be your mommy i mean." "Because i like you, you're kind, gentle and daddy spends a lot of time looking at your pictures on magazines...." "Okay that's enough information passed out." Daemon rushed to cover her mouth. "Kids!" He giggled nervously at lunar. Lunar pursed her lips, she couldn't believe her ears. She pulled kaila from daemon and sat her on her lap. "Kaila honey, how long has he been doing that?" She asked the little girl, she wanted more information. "A lot of time." Kaila replied nodding. "For a year now." Khalid blotted. "Hey! You guys are supposed to have my back here!" Daemon cried out. "We do. We just want to let the lady know how much you love her because we do too." Khalid said gesturing with his hand. "Dad, it's no secret that you do. Grandma talks about it, uncle stan, aunt Anit, aunt kiki, even grandpa. Everyone except you." His index finger pointed at his father. "Oh my! Even my thoughts have betrayed me!" Daemon said. "So are you gonna marry her daddy?" Kaila asked tilting her head sideways. Lunar smiled, giggled and listened the whole time, the family drama unfolding before her was an interesting site to behold. "Kaila honey...i can't just ask her to marry me like that." He replied. "Why? You know everything about her already" Kaila wondered out loud. "No i don't" he protested "Yes you do. You've read and watched all her interviews" She replied. "Kaila it's not that simple books are not correct all the time." He said. "Ah!" Kaila gasped. "Hey! You ask us to read all the time and do our homework too." Khalid shot, if book information cannot be relied on then they've been lied to. "No honey, what i mean is. Books about celebrities, example the media, magazines and news papers are not always accurate." He hope this was a good enough answer. "Oh!" Kaila and khalid chorused. "So you can't ask her to marry based on that? Why? You know her name, she knows yours, give her a ring already!" Kaila pressed on. "No honey, i can't ask her to marry based on that because, adults are more complicated than knowing each other names, and it takes a lot for someone to ask someone to marry someone." Daemon was almost fainting from providing answers. "What he means is that, we are not ready yet to be husband and wife. You can't marry someone you don't understand to a certain level." Lunar said. "Oh!" Kaila and khalid chorused. "Wait just like that? You understood it like..." He snapped his fingers. "Uh huh" they chorused again. Daemon sighed exasperatedly. "Kids!" Lunar giggled "kaila, you don't need to worry about getting a new mommy. I'll braid your hair when you want, we'll have ice creams at the park and do a lot of fun activities that you like." "Hmmm will it be the same if we don't live in the same house?" Kaila's question put lunar and daemon in a tight position. They turned and looked at each other.
Rejecting The Billionaire's Contract Marriage

Rejecting The Billionaire's Contract Marriage

I was the devoted PR manager and secret girlfriend of A-list actor Vance Sterling for three years. Just minutes after he promised me a romantic dinner, I caught him sleeping with a wealthy Los Angeles socialite. When I confronted him, he didn't apologize. Instead, he mocked my status, froze my bank accounts, and left me completely homeless on the rainy streets of the city. Blacklisted in Hollywood and utterly destitute, I ended up having a reckless, revenge-fueled one-night stand with the socialite's ruthless billionaire fiancé, Jory Elliott. But my nightmare had just begun. My younger brother accrued a half-million-dollar gambling debt with a brutal cartel, and they threatened to chop off his fingers. Jory stepped in and paid the ransom, only for my brother to beg the billionaire for more gambling money, calling me a selfish bitch for not milking him dry. Then, Jory threw a marriage agreement at my face. "Act as my devoted wife for two years, and I will wipe the debt and give you ten million dollars." I gave my youth to an actor who discarded me like trash, and my own flesh and blood only saw me as a walking ATM. Did these powerful men really think my dignity was just another corporate asset to be bought and traded? I looked into the cold, calculating eyes of the billionaire who thought he owned me. I threw the contract right at his chest and stepped out of his Maybach into the freezing rain. I would rather rot in the gutter than be a pet bought with a checkbook.
My Three Stepbrothers

My Three Stepbrothers

I woke up to loud knocking and someone repeatedly shouting my name. I was sure it was Aling Lourdes, the owner of this rental place. Aling Lourdes shouted, "I stood up and immediately opened the door for her." "Well, Maki, it seems like you're forgetting something?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Aling Lourdes, I don't have any money right now. Can I—" I couldn't finish my sentence because she interrupted. "If you can't pay, you should leave now. Nothing is free, and if you don't, I'll report you to the barangay," she said before leaving. I took a deep breath and decided to leave this place. •3 hours ago• I was outside Aling Lourdes' apartment, still thinking about where I should go when my phone suddenly rang. I answered it. "Hello?" "Maki? How are you, my child?" I couldn't respond when I heard my dad's voice. "What do you want?" I asked coldly. "Look at you, your attitude never changes," Dad said. "If you don't have anything good to say, I'll hang up now," I said irritably. "Maki, why don't you come live here so you can see how beautiful it is?" Dad suggested. "In your dreams," I started to say, but then I remembered I needed a place to stay. "Just send me the address," I said curtly and ended the call. My phone vibrated, and I saw the address he sent. I smirked a little and called a taxi. •Fast Forward• I was now in front of his mansion, and someone greeted me and told me to follow them. I stopped walking when I got inside. The place was huge and beautiful. I was startled when someone spoke behind me. "So, it's you?" the person said, looking angry. "M-me?" I stammered, pointing at myself. "Who else, stupid?" the person said before turning away. "HEY, YOU'RE SO ARROGANT! I'LL STRANGLE YOU!" I shouted, moving closer. "Sure, if you can, brat," the person said mockingly. I was about to hit him with my bag when someone laughed loudly.
Note from a stranger

Note from a stranger

When a mysterious letter arrives at her brownstone apartment, Clara Vance-an editor nursing heartbreak in the heart of Manhattan-finds herself drawn into the story of a town that doesn't exist on any map. Her curiosity eventually leads her to Eli Dawson, a quiet artist with his own secrets. Clara begins to unravel a past that may not be entirely hers with the assistance of her jovial roommate Marla, a reclusive bookseller by the name of Bea, and letters signed by an unknown individual. A moving tale about second chances, quiet places, and the kind of love that comes out of nowhere. October in New York City A coppery wax stamp without initials sealed the creamy white envelope, which was thick and textured. It was in Clara Vance's mailbox, between an unsubscribed issue of The New Yorker and an electric bill. She opened it in the hallway, leaning against the peeling paint of the front door of her brownstone. The bookstore café down the hall was emitting the scent of roasted coffee beans. > "To the girl who forgets to look up: There's a place that misses you. Locate it. It is standing by the lake." There was no signature. merely a return address from Davenport's Reach, New York, a place she'd never heard of. In their tiny, sun-drenched kitchen, she showed it to Marla that night over wine and leftover pad thai. Marla read it twice. "This is either a stalker, a marketing ploy, or an angel whose handwriting is terrible." Too exhausted to care, Clara laughed. "Or the incorrect Vance was simply discovered by mail," The name Davenport's Reach, on the other hand, lingered in her mind as she lay in bed later. The Last Page was run by Bea Kensington. It was a bookstore café on Amsterdam Avenue that was hidden between two flower shops. The shelves creaked, the scones were always warm, and the regulars mostly brought their own mugs. Clara had edited novels there for three years. It was there that Julian Park broke off their engagement six months after she fell in love with him. It was also where she met Rosa, the barista who brewed heartbreak the same way she brewed espresso-bold and with a twist of sarcasm. Before Clara spoke, the letter was noticed by Bea. "That's Davenport's Reach," the old woman said, adjusting her tortoiseshell glasses. "I haven't heard that name in fifty years." "Have you been there?" "More like I left it behind," Bea said. "Before the city pulled me in. There are some places you only visit in letters or dreams. Clara felt the pull again. not only of the location but also of the story. An editor's curse. "Do you think it's real?" Bea sipped her tea. "Does it matter? If a place is written well enough, it might as well be." She met him on the F train. Clara's tote bag had tipped over, spilling manuscripts all over the floor, and it was crowded. He knelt down to assist her and handed her the pages without observing. A sketchbook was in his lap, and his fingers were covered in ink. "Thanks," she said, catching her breath. He responded, glancing at the title of the manuscript, "No problem." "That one has a sad ending." "Have you read it?" He nodded. "Once. In a different life." His name was Eli Dawson. He lived in a fourth-floor walk-up in Brooklyn, painted portraits that looked like they missed someone, and rarely smiled with his eyes. There was something about him that made Clara feel like she had just walked into the second chapter of something she should've started long ago. They started running into each other more-on the train, in Central Park, in the bookstore. Rosa called it "a plot device." The second letter came with a pressed leaf. > "The lake turns silver in October. That's when the geese start calling. You always said the silence there was louder than the subway." It made Clara ache. Over breakfast, she told Marla. "It's like they know things I've never said aloud." Marla played with a spoon. "Maybe they do. Perhaps you are writing to yourself. Your future self." "Or my past." The letters kept coming. Stories were sometimes told. Occasionally, lists Once, a map of a lakeside town with no roads in or out. She told Eli about them on a walk through Central Park, leaves crunching beneath their boots. He looked distant. "My brother used to send me letters like that. After his stroke, he forgot most things but remembered places that never existed." "Henry?" Eli nodded. "I had no idea he was sick," I said. He's doing better now. But changed. He paints only one thing now-a dock, on a lake, with a red canoe. Julian Park appeared at her doorstep one rainy afternoon, hair wet, eyes nostalgic. "I saw your name on a galley proof," he said. "Missing you." Clara's response was, "You missed owning me." "There is a distinction." Life, to Julian, was always like a chessboard. Clara had had enough of him being his queen. The next day, she ran into Zadi Thompson-Eli's ex-at The Last Page. Zadi was all angles and red lips. "You're the editor," Zadi said, leani
His Deviant Lover

His Deviant Lover

Sebastian Mila Davies! Mila is a young girl who experienced the hardness of life at a very young age, her father snatched her away from her in a bomb blast which made her a bastard. Her mother abandoned her for a man richer than her dead father making her an orphan, left alone in the world and betrayed by her mother she vows to become better than her and richer than her mother's husband. Brett Harvey is a young and compassionate young man inside the theatre but outside he is a total brat, he hates his father for getting married to another woman when his mother is still alive. He believes in waiting for the right one, but there is something more to him that no one knows about that he is keeping a secret. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ "Ya! Aren't you the girl who I gave my watch to?" Brett stared at Mila with intense anger hidden within his eyeballs. "Do I know you?" Mila asked forging ignorance at his words, she crossed her hands over her chest without a care in the world. "Don't give me that shit, I know you are the one. How dare you send me a doll smeared with blood as a warning, I mean who does that." Brett grumbled out stepping closer to her and trying to intimidate her. The people in the hall gently back offed too, they all knew how harsh their Doctor could be. "I don't care who you are, no one is above threats and warnings. You should be happy I only warned you, next time it will be worst." Mila muttered with a cold tone, she turned away from him and slowly swayed her hips as she padded her way out