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Epilogue   13 years later: "Does this tuxedo make me look fat?" asked Axky trying to button up the coat.  "Um honey," started Paula hesitantly trying to say yes without hurting his feelings. "You see it's not your fault, it's mine. With Vicky being with us I sort of went overboard with cooking delicious stuff the last couple of months. It's totally normal that you would need a larger size---" "You  are  calling me fat!" exclaimed Axky melodramatically. "I can't believe it." "No! I mean yes, a little," said Paula cursing under her breath. Why was he so sensitive about his weight anyway? It wasn't like it was important to her. "That is it!" said Axky taking off the ill fitting coat. "My new diet starts now." "Axky you can't diet now." Said Paula exasperatedly. "It's Arthur's wedding next week. Then we are going on a vacation to Italy. How can you possibly pass up...

Chapter 1 : Kindness

  Love Me? Like You Do. Chapter 1 Brielle was panicking now. The elderly man was not waking up. He was lying on his back on the ground, his eyes closed and breathing deeply, his hands clutching his chest. Brielle sprinkled water over his face, but to no avail. Flustered, she pulled out her phone from her track pant pocket and dialled the number for an ambulance.  Welcome. Please dial 1 for ...  She obeyed the service operator for a while, but when she was put on hold for the third time, she lost her patience and kicked the leaves at her feet in frustration. "At this rate his condition will deteriorate." she thought.  Desperate, she looked at the man again, suddenly noticing a tiny card falling out of his breast pocket. She hesitantly picked it up and scrutinized it. In small neat handwriting four phone numbers were written, "Hospital - xxx909xx, Fire-xxx11xxx, Food- 00xxxx9xx, Car- 88xxxxx" Brielle searched both sides for a relative's contact number,...

Andrea Belle's Corner : Book 1 - Preface

 #3 on Featured list! "I need you to be my wife." he said lifting her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "But, we don't love each other." protested Brielle as he crashed his lips against her own.  She couldn't think as she kissed him back, intoxicated by his scent and the skillful way his body moved against her own.  "Please." he said huskily looking into her eyes. "Say yes."  "Yes." Brielle found herself saying. After all she never had a choice when it came to him.          ***  After Brielle rushed an elderly man to the hospital, she used up all her savings to foot the bill.  But she didn't expect the man's son to arrive, within minutes of her payment.       He's rich, he's handsome and he's single. He's the biggest businessman in the continent. And the elderly man she rescued was his beloved father. A simple thank you and a cheque would not suffice.      She's too simple for her own good and h...

Poetry Challenge - June - Teacup

Empty Teacup The city doesn't excite me Quite as much as it used to. It's bustling with energy and footsteps, But none belong to you. The streetlights flicker on and drown out the sunset. I put the kettle on to boil, And set the table for one. Follow me on Instagram @thejovialwriter

Poetry Challenge - May - Watch

Timepiece When Emma was four, she wanted a watch. Not just any dial, but the battered gold, The elderly guest at dinner, adorned on his wrist.   It was shiny, yellow like the sun, Bent out of shape and yet, oh, how she yearned To hear the dutiful Breguet hands count time.   Her heart desperate, she stalled until the vegetables were eaten. “Can I wear it too?” she asked, timidly pointing. The veteran’s eyes twinkled as he considered her request, She waited with baited breath, as the table paused to eavesdrop. “It hasn’t worked in years, but young lady it is yours.”