A year has gone by since I began living with my fiancé, Felix Knox. By the time a year went by I felt comfortable enough that I allowed Felix to kiss me and hug me, but nothing more than just that. He's keeping his word by not touching me without me allowing him to. After a year living here I began to get used to where the majority of the rooms we used frequently were located. I knew where the: dining hall, Felix's bedroom and office, my bedroom, garden, sunroom, library/study, and the ballroom were at. The rest of the mansion was most of the time not used so I didn't know what those rooms were at. I noticed lately that some of the staff working here have been eyeing me suspiciously. Making me feel uncomfortable when I was alone, but when Felix …show more content…
Both of us are from a wealthy family, and that makes other people jealous. As a result, people will do anything to pull us apart." Felix explained as his face showed how much he didn't want that to happen. "Then he proceeded to..." I trailed off, unable to say what he …show more content…
"Yes, he did." I answered as I cried in his arms. "What did I do to deserve this?" I sobbed "Absolutely nothing. No one deserves to be treated like this, Yahia." Felix whispered comforting me. "I have a request?" I asked as my sobbed subsided. I looked up into Felix's eyes showing him my resolve before I spoke. Because what I'm going to ask will require me to be completely sure with myself. "What is it?" Felix asked, looking into my salamander orange eyes. He could see that I'm serious about what I'm going to ask. "I want to have sex with you." I replied wanting to know what sex was like when I'm not being forced. "I don't have to ask you if you're sure do it?" Felix asked, seeing that I'm willing to risk it. "No you don't." I answered "On one condition." He stated "What is that?" I asked "If you begin to feel like you want me to stop you have to tell me. I'm not willing to take the chances that I'll end up hurting you after what just happened. Just say 'code red' or just 'red' then I'll know you're serious about wanting me to stop. Is that alright with you?" Felix asked dead serious about everything he just
The concept for this script, in its simplicity, was wildly creative and holds true to the popular phrase, “be careful what you wish for.” The writer really did a great job of keep the reader engaged in the narrative with the unpredictability of the wishes and the Josie’s escalated involvement with Stan’s character.
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
When we picked Roberto the immigration told me and Roberto "what were you guys thinking about coming here you could have gotten yourself killed".
“ Hay Gloria, I was calling to see if you wanted to hang after school today.”
We were seated under the green dinning tent. “Will you have lime juice or lemon squash?” My husband of eleven years had asked us. We both responded, wanting a gimlet. The two men had continued on with their conversation as the mess boy started on the drinks.
I could start off my story by telling you why Byblos, Lebanon is so important to me. But before that, I want you to know why it is such a memorable place. First of all, the place is pretty goddamn beautiful. I’d be lying if I told you that it's possible to get bored in that huge bastard. The people themselves are a bunch of happy and energetic souls.
PROLOGUE “Dang it!”, Fritz yells angrily as he chucks his phone viciously against the wall, causing the floor to be showered in a mosaic of plastic and metal. “The fools cut us off!” Startled at the sudden outburst, Fritz’s friend and colleague John breaks his eyes away from the dim computer screen lighting up their small office to look at the choleric Fritz. “The heck is your problem?”, John says after a moment of staring speculatively at the fuming man. Fritz’s face crinkles into an expression of pure, unadulterated loathing.
This girl name Lola plays in lol and other movies, but she is a teenager and she thinks she can do what she want’s but when she got in the that big fight with Chad because he called her a name and she didn’t like it she went after him and stared to hit him and yelled at him don’t you ever call me that again and stuff like that and her mom got called. When she came and got her, she wanted her phone and Lola said that she don’t have it but when she got a text from Emily and her mom found it and Lola tried to get it back but her mom asks her why she got in a fight with Chad and she said he’s not my Chad no more mom and her mom’s like
‘yes, I did, he’ll be able to give Stella the protection that we can’t’ my father catches his breath in his throat before hugging my mom.
Hello, for all those who don’t know me, my name is Minh Nguyen. Benny and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. We lived right next to each and we spent most of our child days together.
face. I nuzzled his shoulder. “Ya..we'll protect you Sebastian!” announced Candy as she joined us in the snug corner. Isabelle walked over.
I ran into the most heartwrenchingly beautiful boy on my way to the library on September 16, 2011. The boy's name was Charlie. I found out the beautiful boy's name after he literally and metaphorically knocked me down and took my breathe away. When I laid eyes on Charlie my first thought was that Charlie was carved by the hands of angels. I should have been angry at the beautiful stranger for not watching where he was going
I was washing the dishes when this boy, Paco, that worked with me and was a couple of years younger, played with a napkin. He moved, then turned as if he was in an arena in front of a bull. He seemed to enjoy the game, yet he took it very seriously. I could not help but smile looking at him. “How is the bull?”
My dearest Isabelle, when you were born, I was thrilled, my very own daughter. Your hair, a bright gold and your eyes, such a clear, gorgeous blue. I had ambitions for you and me; I was going to teach you to be an independent woman who broke away from society’s norms. Every night from the day you were born I repeated my beloved phrase to you, “you will be strong, you will do anything you set your mind to, your future will be wonderful, you will be free!” Alas, your father never liked my ideas about your future, a women’s objective in life was to find a pleasant and wealthy husband.
I heard the lock of the door turning, I'd clearly said enough to motivate him. “We need to clean up this whole mess Danny.”