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Rich Young Man Painting Classic

Young hearts

Julie Thompson just moved into the suburban town to live with her aunt's family and hopes to not have or make any friends at all because she disliked people but maybe liking just one won't hurt. She falls for Uche, her cousin brother's best friend, without even knowing. Follow Julie through her first attempt at love. ... I watched him as he stood there, leaning on the bridge's railing and eating ice cream. The breeze wasn't disturbing his hair today because he had parked it all backwards, he looked cute, I smiled drawing in some breath, satisfied with how today was going. "What?" I heard him ask taking me off my thoughts. "Huh?" "You were smiling." "Oh. I was...." "Can I kiss you?" He asked looking at my lips. "Here?" I asked now, my heart beating hard again my chest, our first kiss could happen now. "Yeah?" He nodded, I could see his Adam's apple go up and down as he swallowed, I bit my lips, nervously. I smiled approvingly, almost getting up from the bench where I sat. "No sit." He said coming closer to sit next to me. The bench was quiet small so we were so close to each other. He leaned in and I could smell him more the closer he got to my face. His lips were now inches away from mine and the moment they touched I closed my eyes, I didn't know why but I did. He didn't put his tongue in my mouth, it was as simple as it could get, just a warm kiss and I as glad he didn't. When he lips left mine, I opened my eyes licking my lips. He was smiling, I hadn't yet told him how much I loved his smile. "You lied." I told him. "About what?" He stopped smiling. "You said you were a bad kisser." He laughed now with his teeth showing, those beautiful set. Read more... #genka3na
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Paint me yours

Andrew’s voice cut through the stillness of the hallway, sharp and unyielding. “I don’t like you going around with him.” Each word was laced with a fierce determination that Isabelle had never heard before. The timid boy she once knew was gone, replaced by a man of confidence and undeniable strength. Isabelle didn’t flinch, her gaze steady as she met his. “He is my fiancé, Andrew,” she replied, her voice a cool and composed. While her eyes challenged him with a strength of her own. “And you must learn to respect him. He is the crown prince of Labiya.” “Let me tell you, my lady,” he whispered, leaning in until his breath was warm against her lips. His deep, black eyes never left hers, pulling her into his gaze, drowning her in it. His voice was a low, seductive growl as he pressed her even further into the wall, their lips a whisper away from touching. “My crush vanished before I could even tell her how I felt, before I could confess,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion. “But the truth is, Isabelle, that crush was you. It’s always been you. The one I fell in love with. The one I want to fu#k. The one I want to kiss. The one I want to touch. The one whose calm, collected facade I want to shatter.” This is a slow novel, where the story and character development are given importance. Andrew is a farm boy who lives with his frail uncle, and his life has been a mystery even to himself. He wants to know many things: how his mother died, who Lady Isabelle is, and who he truly is. Has he always been just an ordinary farm boy? What is the motive behind the escort to the Moon Manor? Read about how a kind and helpful boy turns vicious and evil for one woman, and how the darkness he once feared becomes his comfort.
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