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Not Now
The minute we got back from our honeymoon, my husband and I began looking for a house. We went to showing after showing, saw hundreds of paint colors (all shades of gray), and turned our noses up at anything that did not meet our exact specifications. Five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a two-car garage, a basement, a fenced in yard, and new appliances included. While we were on our house hunt, we lived in my husband’s apartment. He had known the landlord for years, so we were able to rent month-to-month. The walls were a flat, eggshell paint that was, I believe, originally off-white. Now the best...
The Exonerate
Mark, was a young man at his mid twenty's, he is from Atlanta and he was working in a very high and reputable company in New York City, he was very intelligent and smart and he was one among the staffs of the company, among the team of workers that are working in the marketing and advertising department, most times when they are having any challenge he is usually the one solving them, his ideas most times are the solutions the company falls back on to help them navigate through difficult situations and he appeared to be the best and untouchable.Sometimes in January twenty sixteen,Mark was in h...
Till death us do part
Sekuru and Mbuya's routine had changed very little since their wedding on April Fools Day in 1961、 Their Diamond Jubilee celebration had snuck upon them. The whole family had kept the secret. So when the couple were told to dress in their Sunday best for a ride that afternoon, they envisaged a few drinks, perhaps a dinner at a nearby restaurant and then back home. They didn't expect to be going to a five-star hotel on the outskirts of town.They knew something was up when they were greeted in the hotel reception area by very excited grandchildren; all dressed up. One had a large bouquet of rose...
Chocolate is for funerals
I sniffle as the wind dries my tears. Sitting on this cold balcony twenty feet high was not where I was meant to be. Not today, of all days.I turn to look at my handcuffed wrist. How could he just leave me? How could he possibly be okay? It makes no sense. To me, at least.He knew today was our special day. That's why I thought he flew me out here. Why I was dumb enough to trust him. I never saw this coming, honestly. He was always there for me, he was always protective of me, and kind. But most of all, he was always... mine.I'm not a crier. He was always the more sensitive one, crying during...