Untrue Love_It Was The Liar Who Won_Savior Stalkie_The Brittle Trombone
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Untrue Love
༺CLARA༻ Clara Forbes snuggled up in Parker Ambrose's lap, a soft smile on her face as she read her favorite novel. The study was cool, but she didn't feel the chill while she was in Parker's arms. Clara mouthed the words slightly as she read, trying to make the scene more entertaining.The thought made her chuckle. Clara couldn't really see the appeal, but 70% of the viewers did. Apparently, she was cute when she read quietly to herself. She giggled softly, marveling at how gullible Americans are.Parker tucked a finger under her chin, making her look into his sea green irises. "What are you lau...
It Was The Liar Who Won
IT WAS THE LIAR WHO WON“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat,” “No, don’t think like that, Robin. We can win this, together,” “We can’t Lear, not this war. Not when the world has crumbled to chaos, not when screams are the only thing you can hear as you hide in the streets, not when people are dying every single second.” “I- Yeah, I know. I just thought… maybe we stood a chance, maybe if we had worked hard enough or maybe-” “Quit it, Lear. You can’t waste your time thinking of the maybe’s. Not when we have a war to win.”It’s been five weeks, twenty-two days, fourteen hours, ...
Savior Stalkie
"You take care of yourself," said Nursy, my surrogate mother in the orphanage who never saw me as the eighteen-year-old girl I was now. For Nursy, I would always be the thirteen-year-old burn victim she took under her wing five years agwww.onedoor.cco.She pressed a bulky brown envelope into my hand and folded my fingers over it. "This is your salary for all the years you worked as my assistant," Nursy's weeping openly now."Don't spend it all in one place." Nursy dried her tears long enough to look me over with pride in her eyes. "Fold your sleeves, it's spring."I started to protest, but she insisted. "Just ...
The Brittle Trombone
"Did you want me to dust around the mantelpiece too?" said the thin, pale teenager with the unruly hair."No, I really want the mantelpiece to stay dirty. And it would fill me with joy for you to accommodate me on that one." answered the crusty, old curmudgeon seated on the black leather recliner.Now, high school sophomore Lindsey Garrett was only there because the court mandated that he serve 60 hours of community service for his fun but unauthorized ride around the golf course in a doctor's golf cart.It was officially grand theft since the doctor's very expensive golf clubs were still in the ...