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MY FIRST LOVE by Pretty Rawal

I was just thirteen years old when I fell in love with a boy four or five years older than me.It was the most ecstatic feeling and I still cannot get over it, as they say when a woman falls in love, she can never fall in love again, although I was a teenager then, but I still have vivid memories of that boy and how I felt for him.

I was a smart, bubbly and a cute little teenager, who enjoyed life and was living life to the fullest, when suddenly life changed for me. I had set my eyes on him the first time when he had come to the colony park and he was chatting with his friends. I found him so handsome, his curly , dark brown hair and large dark brown eyes! I was floored! Though now when I look back , I laugh it off as mere infatuation, but I don’t know why I felt an instant connection with him, when he looked into my eyes, my heart fluttered and I used to feel so nervous and excited at the same time.

You won’t believe it, but I never spoke to him, but still I felt a strong connection to him, he was so handsome and so good looking, that whenever I used to look at him I could not stop myself from staring at him and he hardly bothered to even turn around and look at me.For him I was insignificant as I was much smaller than him, therefore he hardly even tried to take any interest in me.Each day when I used to go to the park I used do up my hair differently and wear my best of dresses to look nice lest he spots me there, but everyday he used to be so engrossed in chatting and playing with his friends that he hardly took notice of me.

I was so mad after him that I used to stand in the balcony for hours on end, just to get a glimpse of him and sometimes I used to keep peeping out of the window, so that I could see him playing in the park, but I would spot him only a few times, rest of the times I would just just sadly retreat to my studies or doing some other work.

As days passed things remained the same when slowly and gradually he started noticing that I stare at him all the time, when I am around him, in the park or in any shop nearby. Once I remember I was standing in the neighbourhood Bakery and he suddenly walked in with his friends, probably to buy something. I turned around and as usual started staring at him and he was standing opposite me when suddenly a lot of people came in between us and it was a funny situation and I could see just one half of his face and I caught him staring at me with one eye!I was shocked as it was so sudden and the depth with which he was staring at me cannot be explained in words.There was admiration and tender love in them! I then left the Bakery feeling very shy and till now I cannot forget that look of his in the Bakery.

Another time I felt very shy was when we both passed each other when I was coming back from school.We were walking on the side of the road and he suddenly saw me walking down the road, swaying my bag along my side.He was chatting with his friend and when I passed him, I stopped swaying my bag and I quietly tried to pass him and then he turned around and looked fondly at me! I walked away feeling shy and embarrassed at the same time. Anytime I came in direct contact with him and whenever he looked at me I always felt a soft tenderness in his eyes and the warmth of his heart touched me deep inside.

This boy was very tall and fair and had the loveliest hair and a very smart moustache and whenever I looked at him I went weak in my knees. I used to dream of him being near me and talking to me and we spending time with each other, but I could never muster enough courage to ever stand in front of him and talk to him.I was too small and too naive to even think of it! Things went on in this way for a few months and nothing happened till one fine day when he smiled at me! Just imagine my prince charming smiled at me, finally he took notice of me, and I must tell you, it was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen!

I was coming back from school one evening and he was sitting on his bike and waiting for his friend.He saw me coming and when I passed him he did not do anything, but when I went a little further and turned around as I heard some noise behind me and I looked at him, he smiled at me, I was too shocked to respond in any way.I turned around and went to my home.I did not know what to do ,but I was mesmerised by his first smile.It was so sudden that I was at a loss of words as to what should my next step be,but fate had other plans for me . Just imagine my bad luck, that when I could think of having a relationship with him, as he had finally acknowledged my presence and smiled at me, I had to go, I had to leave the city for good!

My father was transferred to another town and I had to leave the very next day!I had to travel all alone, as my father had arranged for school admissions in that town and so I had to leave.I could have had a beautiful relationship with this boy whose name also I did not know!I don’t know till now whether it was love at first sight with him or was it infatuation, but one thing I must say and that is, that I will never forget him ever and all that I felt for him.Certainly it was my first love, whether it was infatuation or not I don’t know,but it was my first experience of any exposure to the opposite sex and you won’t believe it that I could never like any other person ever in my life after that, other than my husband!

First love is like a fresh blooming flower in the morning sunlight,it is like the first most memorable fragrance you might have smelt in your entire life! It is the most wonderful feeling anyone can ever have and those of you who are reading this story, might feel that I am crazy as I am calling my first crush to be my first love, but only I know how I felt when I was around him and when he looked into my eyes,it was the most ultimate feeling I have ever had in my life.It is unforgettable and I still cherish those tender feelings I had for him!

All of those among who have such first loves or crushes as mine will very well understand what I am talking about and when their love does not reach any culmination then they will also feel the same way that I am feeling.Whenever I feel very lonely and lost I think of him and I ask God that why he did not unite me with him, why am I subjected to such misery of losing my love at such a tender age.Although I am happy in my present life but when I think of him I cannot console myself.

Anyways those are ways of God no one can question them,but again I want to reiterate that that was my first love and I will never forget it ever.

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UNBREAKABLE LOVE by Unmasked Monster

There once was a girl named Taylor. Taylor was a very sad person, but didn’t know why. No one understood her. Her father left them when she was seven years old. Now, being fifteen, she only lives with her mother and grows sadder every day. Taylor’s mother tried everything to cheer her up, even if it meant making herself unhappy. Her mother always blamed herself for the father’s absence, telling herself she wasn’t good enough.One day, Taylor told herself if nothing good happened this week, she would kill herself. Anyone who knew her would try to stop her, but anyone who cared wouldn’t. She wasn’t happy on this Earth, so why live in misery? As far as she knew, it would never get better.Later that morning at school, a new girl came to town. Her name was Carter. Carter and Taylor instantly clicked. They spoke and understood each other. You see, Carter was always misjudged. A girl with short hair that wore leather jackets and rode a motorcycle everywhere she went was not bound to be popular in school. By the end of the week, Taylor felt happiness, for the first time since her dad left. As the days went on, Taylor developed feelings for Carter.Taylor was surprised when Carter asked her to the dance on Saturday. Carter didn’t seem like the type to like ball gowns and tiaras. Taylor was flattered and of course, agreed.Friday night came around, and the two girls went out for a ride on Carter’s motorcycle. The wind blew through Taylor’s long brown hair as Carter speed up the bike. Her arms wrapped around Carter’s waist and her cheek laying on her back. The bike kept accelerating to the point where it worried Taylor slightly.”Carter, please slow down.” Taylor said over the loud motor, grasping Carter’s waist tighter.”Why? You afraid we’ll get a ticket or something?” Carter laughed.”No, just- I don’t like speeding.” Taylor said.”It’s okay, Tay.””So you’ll slow down?” Taylor asked hopeful.”Say that you love me, and maybe I’ll slow down.” Carter cheekily teased. Taylor rolled her eyes and smiled.”I love you” Taylor whispered into Carter’s ear.”Give me a big hug!” Carter laughed louder. Taylor did so.”Oh, and can you take my helmet? It’s really itching my neck.” Carter whined playfully. Again, Taylor did so, strapping it on herself.~~~Two teenagers were involved in a motorcycle accidentTeenagers Carter Gray and Taylor McCoy were in a very severe car crash earlier last night. Inspectors of the mangled motorcycle conclude that sometime during the ride, the brakes gave out, preventing them from stopping or slowing down. However, one rider did survive, Taylor McCoy. She was the only one wearing a helmet.***Halfway through the relaxing ride, Carter noticed the brakes had stopped working. Not wanting to worry Taylor, she played it off as nothing was wrong. That’s why she refused to slow down. Instead, Carter had Taylor admit she loved her and give the final hug. What was most heart touching of all, was that Carter gave Taylor her helmet so she would survive. Sadly, Carter never got to go to the Saturday school dance. Neither did Taylor, for the day after Carter’s death and only mere hours before the dance, Taylor committed suicide. She fell into depression, and wanted to see the only person that lit up the unexciting smile on her face and be with her, forever.

I Still Love You

I had been a Woman focused too much on the success of my career. Focused too much on victory. Focused too much on rewards and achievements. Focused too much on earning a huge amount of money. Now, I can say that I am already successful in my career. I won. I received too many rewards and achievements that my room is filled with plaques and certificates. I own a mansion. I travel the world. I eat the finest delicacies. I am already rich. I am successful. But, am I happy?

………

I grew as a poor kid. We once lived in a Nipa Hut. We eat rice and salt. We struggle to find money for school. We can’t buy what we want. Poverty. It has been my inspiration. It has been that one thing that pushed me to forget everything that brought joy to my life so I can focus on my studies and on what’s above. And with those that I forget is Peter– my long time friend and love. We had been friends for 18 years until I decided to forget him– as quick as that. To forget the happy memories, the laughter, the love that we have is not as easy, I admit but I became so successful on forgetting him. I became a scholar of the Philippines to the United States. I studied business management. Peter eventually send me letters. The first two, i sent a reply but I thought this would only prevent me on focusing on my studies so I tried to forget him, and I forgot about him– I can’t say completely but the happy memories are gone, at once! After I finish college, I was already 22 years old then, I had a master’s degree, which will make me even more professional. After that, I tried to put up a small business– a department store. Eventually, I became so popular in this field of business. I earned a lot. I started building more branches until I decided to build a mall. Then, a company which helped me put up more branches all over the world. Then, subdivisions and estates. Now, this is success for me. This is a complete victory. But am I happy?

……….

I went back to the Philippines after so many years. I put up a mansion there for my family. I’m already 35 years old and I am successful, I can say. I’ve decided to have a reunion with my friends and family. And yes, I sent an invitation to Peter, confident that I don’t have feelings for him anymore.

………

I dressed in a long, black, flowy gown. This is not just any reunion. This is a grand reunion. Everybody is dressed in night gowns and formal. I thought Peter would not come but I saw him entering the ball with a pregnant woman–his wife, I’m sure. A feeling that I never expected came to me. Jealousy. Sadness. Envy.Repentance. Yes. And I don’t like these feelings. Do I still love him? Do I still treasure the happy memories and the love? Do I still love him?

……..
“Hi, Peter. I’m so glad you came……..with your pregnant……. wife?” I said, trying to make my voice sound normal
“Hi. Yes, she’s my wonderful wife and she bears our second baby. In fact we’ve been married for 5 years.” my eyes are starting to show the repentance for not answering his letters, for trying to forget the love we had for each other. Just when I knew that I don’t love him anymore, I thought I was successful, but no. I still love him and I felt it again– the feeling of love that I never felt as I focused on victory.
“Well, congratulations. If you’ll excuse me? I have to get to my other friends.”
“Thank you. I want to talk to you. Just the two of us. Now.” No. This can’t happen . My tears are starting to fall. I looked at his wife for approval.
“It’s okay. I’ll just sit here.” her wife said.

……….

We went at the backstage. Just the two of us.
“Hi, again.” I said, trying to hold my tears back
“Come on, Celina. I can see it in your eyes. Don’t hold your tears back.”
“Why would I, I mean, I’m not going to cry. Why would I cry?”
“Because you still love me. You may not know it as you swim across the pool of your money and success but I know there’s something.” This is so true. My eyes finally let go of the tears they had been hiding for so long.
“I’m just happy…… to see you again. You know_____”
“Don’t fool around. That’s also what I felt. I thought I don’t love you anymore after you rejected my letters a lot of times. I still love you. I just want to hear the truth, Celina.”
“No____”
“Come on. I know you.”
“Okay! I still love you and I don’t know how I’ll take it. Especially when I heard that you’ve been married.”
“I love you too. So much. But it’s too late. I might love you so much more than my wife, but it’s too late.”
“I know and it brought everything back. I want you so much just the moment I saw you again.”
“Me too. I love you and I want you, but it’s too late. My children need me, and my wife.”
“I know and I’m not planning to ruin your family. I’m so sorry. I have to go.”
“Wait.”
“I’m so sor___” He pulled me close to him and the next thing I knew, I was breathless. It was a showstopper kiss. A kiss I never expected. One thing that I’ve been missing for so long and I felt it again, in a forbidden way. I want to feel this forever. To have him by my side forever.
“I love you.” he whispered in my ears.
“Goodbye. You’ve cheated against your wife. Let’s just forget one another again.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
“Try your best then.” And the next time I know, I’ve been crying in the comfort room.

………….

That was a 10-minute encounter that made me realize what wrong I have done. I can never erase him from my mind again.Never can I forget about him again. But the worst thing is, never can I have him again. I can have everything when it comes to luxury but am I happy? No, I am not because only him could make me happy, I knew.

………..

Now, I’m already 85 years old and I already am married for 40 years having a child and a husband. I always knew I could fall in love again but the love that my husband and I shared can never be more than what Peter and I shared for 18 years– before I became so focused to have the success that I thought would give me the life that I want but then I knew that the life I want is to be with Peter, and I was not able to get that. So, Am I happy? Yes, I can say with my family–husband, child– but never can be happier than those times when peter and I are together.

Classical Romance: STARING ME IN THE FACE by Glynis Gertsch

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The tray didn’t just hit the floor. It crashed and smashed his lunch to pieces. Serves you damn well right, I thought. You were staring again.

He stood stock-still and looked down at the food. Suddenly I got up and moved towards him. I hadn’t intended to, hadn’t wanted to help him. I called to the woman behind the counter. She closed her mouth and brought a cloth to clean up the mess. I picked up crockery, put it on the tray. There was a soppy stain on his trousers and through it you could see just how bony his knees were. Like the rest of him. All bones, dangling jacket and hanging trousers. Stooped shoulders and mile-long arms. Then he smiled at me. A wonderful smile that creased up his worn face and totally surprised me.

“Thank you.”

I shoved the tray at him and went back to my table.

I worked at a large publishing company and ate lunch in the canteen. I had noticed him because he stared at me. He was weird-looking. His hair was badly cut and his clothes were ancient and dull; too-short corduroys, baggy at the knees and colour-less sweaters, dotted with fluff. Often he sat alone and just picked at his food. Or he read and jotted things down.

A few days after the crash, he stopped at the table I was sharing with Mark from proof reading, and asked if he might sit down. I said the seats were taken and continued eating. He apologised and took his tray off somewhere else.

“What’s your problem, Leanna?” asked Mark.

“No problem. It’s just that I like to choose who I share my mealtimes with.”

“A bit rough on the old chap though.”

I shrugged.

It was Mark who told me more about him. He had gone over to scrounge a cigarette. By the time he came back to the table, I had my head stuck into the news-paper.

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     “Interesting chap. Sub-editor. Been all over the world,” said Mark.

I decided to find the newspaper more interesting and finally Mark shut up and finished smoking.

“Asked your name,” he said.

“He what?”

“Yeah.”

“What’d you say?”

“Leanna, of course.”

I folded the newspaper.

“I’ve loads of work this afternoon.”

“Said you look familiar,” said Mark. “Like someone he knew.”

“Someone he knew?”

“Yeah. Could be strategy. Maybe he fancies you.”

“Fancies me? But he’s old.”

“Only old enough to be your father.”

I grabbed my tray and left the table.

I didn’t do much work that afternoon. I kept wishing Mark hadn’t said what he had said. Old enough to be your father.

The following week I took along a book to read during lunchtime. When I got into the lift on my floor, he was already inside. He greeted me so I had to reply but I didn’t smile. We were alone and that worried me. I wondered whether I should get out at the next floor and walk up the stairs to the canteen. Don’t panic, I thought. Just because he’s stared at you for ages doesn’t mean he’s going to do anything.

” Well, I suppose one of us should press the button or we’ll be here all day, won’t we?”

I’d been so busy wondering what he was going to do and expecting him to do something, that I’d completely forgotten to do anything myself. I felt like an idiot and this made me smile and I hadn’t wanted to. He smiled back, his blue eyes crinkling right up to the grey hair at his ears and making him look … nice. Then there was a slap. My book hit the floor. I bent down and so did he, and we bashed heads. At that moment, the lift shuddered to a stop and the doors seemed to fling themselves wide open. I was so embarrassed, I marched out of the lift, straight towards the queue at the counter. I ordered without looking at the menu and took my tray to a table where there was only one empty seat. I breathed a sigh of relief and began to eat. But the salad stuck in my throat when I noticed that everyone else at the table had already finished lunch and they were getting up to go. I glanced over at the counter. He was paying and in a second, his eyes would scan the room to find me. I ducked my head. Waited. Any minute now he’d sit down with his tray.

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     Short Stories from Australasia. My book appeared in front of my eyes. His fingers were the longest I’d seen and his nails were manicured. I hadn’t thought he’d bother.

“You left it in the lift,” he said. “May I sit down?”

His voice was soft. Cultivated. What could I say? The tables were all pretty full so I nodded. He said bon appétit and began to eat. I’d always thought he picked at his food. But as I watched, I noticed that he selected small pieces, speared them and moved them carefully to his mouth.

“Have you been there?”

“Been where?” I was totally dazed. From dropping my book and banging my head and everything.

“Australia, New Zealand.”

I stared at him and thought again of what Mark had said about me reminding him of someone. An Australian? Maybe an ex-girlfriend or wife?

“Not such a strange question,” he said. “You’re old enough to have travelled there. And Katherine Mansfield, Janet Frame, are most likely in the book.”

His smile crinkled up his eyes.

“No, I haven’t and yes, they are,” I said.

That’s how it started. He asked me a question, nodded when I spoke and then asked another. I was off, talking about reading, books and all that stuff I love.

Days later Malcolm passed our table with his tray and spontaneously I said a seat was free. Mark stared at me and I felt a rush of heat to my cheeks.

After that, Malcolm often sat with us and he and I discussed a lot of things. We spoke a little about ourselves too. I told him how Mom had brought me up on her own at the start of the Hippie Era. He said he had married during that time but divorced a few

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     years later. Mark asked me how come Malcolm and I always had so much to talk about.

“He’s easy to talk to. And he reads a lot.”

“You two got so much to say, I don’t get a chance to open my mouth all lunch-time.”

“You do. You shove food in.”

One lunchtime Malcom asked me if I’d like to go to a reading with him.

“Um. Don’t know.”

“Amelia Turner. Shortlisted for the Booker Prize last year.”

I wanted very much to go. But although I no longer thought Malcolm quite so weird, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go out in his company.

“Afterwards, I’ll cook us curry. Do you like it? ”

“Love it.”

“Me too. Settled then?” he asked and smiled his soft smile.

It didn’t surprise me that I nodded.

After the reading and the curry dinner, I went into Malcolm’s sitting room where there were more books than I’d ever seen on anyone’s shelves. I began to read the titles.

“Help yourself,” said Malcolm.

“Thanks. But if I read a book, I have add it to my collection.”

“Strange, same here.” He waved his arms towards the shelves. “But look where it’s got me.”

“I’d hate to be without books. They’re … friends.”

“That sounds like lonely,” said Malcolm.

I turned and pulled out a book.

“Are you?”

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     “Am I what?”

“Lonely?”

I shrugged.

“Not really.”

“Not really but what?”

My voice came from a distance as I tried to answer him.

“I’m choosy about my friends. Don’t have a great many.”

“I’m listening,” said Malcolm and sat down, indicating the armchair opposite him.

“My childhood was … I mean, my mother loved moving around. She had no trouble putting down roots all over the place. I hated it! Books were the constant things, so I buried myself in them.”

“Hell, sounds familiar.”

I sat down in the armchair.

“I had very academic parents,” said Malcolm. “Was an afterthought, perhaps a mistake even. They loved me in their vague intellectual way but left me alone to get on with growing up. Hence the books.”

“That’s lonely, too,” I said.

When I left, I took along a couple of Malcolm’s books.

My friendship with Malcolm grew but my curiousity remained. Who did I remind him of? My mother? If so, could he be my father? Although Mom had never bothered with books, our physical similarities, apart from my tallness, were undeniable. She had never told me much about the man who had fathered me. Clever, was all she had usually said. Once though, when I had been ill with chicken pox, and hot and scratchy, she had relented.

“What was he like?”

“Skinniest man you ever saw.”

“Where’d you meet him?”

“In a park. I was catching a suntan and these papers started blowin’ in my face. I was a bit cheesed off at them blowin’ all over me and then this man comes runnin’. He grabbed and grabbed but couldn’t catch them all. So he jus’ stood still, a helpless look on his face. It was so funny, I started laughin’.”

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     “And then?”

“I helped and we chased all over the place after them papers. When we sat down to get our breath back, he told me he was a student. He was ever so clever. Can’t re-member what the devil it was he was studyin’. Somethin’ I’d never heard of then or since.”

“Why didn’t you marry him?”

“Marry him? Good Lord, Leanna, I wasn’t ready to marry and he wasn’t the type I’d have wanted to marry by a long shot.”

“What else did he look like, Mom?”

“Lord, stop the questions, child. Get some sleep.”

She saw my disappointment however, and said she would write it all down for me. Put it in an envelope to open when she was dead and gone. I was happy with that. On a wet, slick highway, driving to France for a weekend, she was involved in an accident and died instantly. I was twenty-three then and on my own feet but as I sorted through and packed up the belongings in her flat, I felt like a child again. I looked for the envelope but didn’t find one. For a long time after, my mother’s death and not knowing who my father was, made me feel as though I was drifting on a sea without horizons.

One lunchtime I just decided to brave it and ask Malcolm who I reminded him of.

“Met her while I was a student,” he said.

“Was she studying too?”

“Oh, heavens, no. That was what attracted me to her. She was … so different.”

“What were you like?” I asked.

“Like? Much as I am now. Nose in books, bit of a loner. Not very interesting. Not for a live wire like she was.”

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     “Go on,” I said.

“She fell pregnant. I was very happy until she told me she didn’t want my help. Thought she’d change her mind, though, as the pregnancy advanced but when I attempted to see her, she told me to leave her be. I was very hurt but accepted her refusal to involve me. A few months later, I took a job I’d been offered in New York. Salary was dreadful but I thought it would be for the best.”

“Was it? ” I asked.

“No. When I returned, they’d moved. Left no forwarding address.”

“So you never knew whether it was a boy or …? ”

“A girl?” asked Malcolm.

I nodded.

“A boy,” he said. “Had the approximate date and went to the Registry of Births to look it up.”

I sat there, trying to take in what Malcom had said. I felt as though I’d been flattened by a truck.

“Somewhere out there I have a child I know nothing about,” Malcom continued. “I was stupid. Rushed off instead of staying to have a share in my son’s life.”

“I thought perhaps it was a daughter.”

“Beg your pardon?”

“A daughter. Me.”

“You thought I was … your father?”

“Books, curry, I’m tall. We … we like the same things.”

“We definitely have things in common but I’m not your father.” He looked at me.

“I’m so sorry to disappoint you, Leanna.” I tried to smile.

“We’re not related but we can be something else.”

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     “What?”

“Can’t you think of anything?”

“Uh uh.”

“Friends.”

“Friends?”

“It’s been staring you in the face for weeks.” Malcolm’s use of that phrase made me burst out laughing.

“Let me in on the joke sometime,” he said.

“Okay,” I said. “Tell you sometime seeing we’re friends.”

Then I smiled. And my smile was as wide and warm as the one he smiled in return.

Boyfriend fakes proposal to his girlfriend, invites her friend just to disgrace her (video)

So, in a trending video, a boyfriend planned a fake wedding proposal just so he could disgrace his girlfriend, in the midst of their friends.
According to the details, the said boyfriend was angry over the fact that his girlfriend told her friends unkind things about him. According to him, the lady told her friends that he gave her oral sex while she was “on her period”

In the trending video, the man is seen on one knee with his hand going to his pocket as though to bring out a ring. The girlfriend looks surprised and pleased.
“She deserves it…” he said as he reached into his pocket.
But, rather than bring out a ring, he brought out his hand with the middlefinger out in a “f*** you” sign.”

“Ladies, will you go and f*** yourself. F*** you,” he said at this point.

The woman’s friends screamed in horror. The woman, shocked, shouted at the man saying, “why would you do something like that?”

The man replied: “That’s what you get for telling your homegirls I ate you out on your period.”

Watch the shocking video below;

LOVE HAPPENS chapter 7

LOVE HAPPENS
Chapter 7

Excitement flooded through her mind as Tess helped her to select the cloth to wear for the date. It wasn’t her first time going on a date but this was different, this man was different. And she wasn’t going to the date for romance but for a challenge. She was still the strong woman she always was and she intended on proving that tonight. “You came yesterday and you already have a date, isn’t this superb” Tess’ voice brought her back to the presence of her room. The room wasn’t empty anymore, Tess has helped her unpack stuffs, everything was very beautiful. From the gorgeous bed with black and white bedsheets to the white neat wardrobe that stood opposite it. Katie was glad the bed was by the window where she could easily see the view of the street. There weren’t much houses in the town like in the city, instead, beautiful views of the riverside, the woods on her left view. The surrounding was filled with green grass just like a feild and a beautiful garden was just opposite her window. She remembered vividly her childhood days when she was living like an island princess, her mother would always take her for a walk every morning where she would see other children doing the same thing. Those days when she dreamt of becoming like her mother, of finding true love, of having her kids and of bring a spectacular mom. But everything got away that very night when those two men in black invaded her home and killed her parents.
“Surprising isn’t it?” Katie said as she walked down to the mirror right beside her bed on the other side and pushed a comb through her blonde hair. She was a blonde, yeah. But she wasn’t a beautiful blonde. Some said she was too thin to be sexy. She was bursty, the only thing that brought guys to her and her hips were carved just fit for her body. Her legs were too long but they were beautiful, not sexy. She took time taking care of herself than anything, she still had the dream of becoming like her mother even if all other dreams were lost. “I was just meant to repair his car, it led to all of this” Tess came to her and hugged her from the back. “Oh ain’t you a lucky one” How she wished she was. Katie smiled back at her. “Don’t misunderstand me, its not a romantic dare, there is nothing special bout it” Katie told her. “Romantic or not, its still a date sweetheart and you need it. You need to take a break from work”
Oh she can’t, Katie thought, she hasn’t achieved her goal of being an independent woman. She came to Danpa to complete her house, she was going to own a house, she had a car and she was working towards having her own business. She was going to be an independent woman and she would be inferior to no one. “Tess I don’t need to. Its all I need, besides i’m not really good at relationship stuffs, you should know” Tess finally helped her to select a black gown. “Oh, isn’t that too shiny, you know I hate flashy things” Katie warned. Tess sighed. She knew it was difficult to select a cloth for Katie. Her choice of what to wear has always been different from other girls’. “No its not, its the twentieth cloth you are rejecting, if you continue this way, you’d be late for your date with him” Tess told her as she brought out a nice blue slim-fitted gown with designed embroidery, white petals with a big white rosebud on the left breast. It was gorgeous and Katie remembered being given as a gift on her last birthday by Tony lorrel, her last boyfriend. She hadn’t worn it for once as it brought back memories of how things ended between them. Tony never believed anything she said, there was a time he thought her insane, anyone she got close to thought she was insane at a stage, except Tess of course, the only person who understood her trauma and still stood by her. She looked at the table clock on the cosmetics table under her mirror, it was past seven. “You know why I can’t wear that Tess” Katie looked at the cloth disgustingly. “Are u angry at the cloth or yourself? You can’t continue to pour your anger on the cloth for the past seven months now. It’s got nothing to do with Tony” Tess told her and started to remove the cloth from the hanger. Katie used to tell Tess about Tony whom she thought she loved through their regular phone call, they could talk about him for long, Katie had high hopes for him and hoped he wouldn’t be like her other boyfriends but he was no different.
“Dress up fast and let me do your make-up, you need to look extremely beautiful tonight.” Tess smiled as she helped Katie wear her gown. “Oh goodness Tess, told ya i’m not going to impress anyone, its just a challenge between us” katie told her so she wouldn’t get her hopes up. “Well I hope you lose” Tess chuckled. “Shut up Tess, you know I never lose” Tess helped her with her make-up and also styled her hair. She found a befitting silver heels for her with a silver shaw that she wrapped around her body, by the time they were done, it was past eight, the receptionist had called that a car was waiting for her, just as Fred had said. “Goodluck baby” Tess pecked her as she took her silver purse and went to the elevator. She was looking attractive but not beautiful, every girl on make-up would and her worst regret was not being stunning or beautiful. Tess had styled her hair for her, she had applied her usual perfume. She made sure she wasn’t too glamourous so as not to seem too excited about the date which she in fact was.
She saw the car and the chauffeur and recognised them out of the cars, it was an expensive car and only a guy like Fred could own it, not those living in the 12-storied apartment. She greeted the chauffeur and entered. He drove off. Many thing clouded her mind on how the night would be, her thought went back to last night when they had been intimate, it was nothing official and they followed their nerves. But this was official and planned. She pondered on how it was going to end. The car finally stopped at an eatery, more like an hotel. It was huge and large. Well, she didn’t expect less. It must have been new because when she was still here, she never heard of Begger Hills. Suspense embraced her then, what would Fred think of her when he saw her, would he think her ugly?? Well, she wouldn’t be surprised. She was about asking the chauffeur where to go to when she felt him before seeing him. She looked to the direction of the entrance and there he was, standing with a broad smile on his face, he approached her. Katie didn’t know why her heart was beating fast, waiting for his comment. Why did his opinion matter anyway?. He was looking more handsome tonight and casual. She had expected him to be one of those guys who wore official suits and all, but he was different. He wore a tailored trousers with a matching turtle-necked top, his hair was styled obviously by a stylist and his shoes weren’t from the country by the look of it. “My Lady, shall we proceed?” He asked and gestured for her to lead the way which she in fact did. He hadn’t complimented her, maybe he thought her ugly after all. She had told herself she wouldn’t be surprised yet it hurt her. She wanted to impress him.
They got to a table and a waitress was already waiting for them, it was an enclosed area from the other public tables. Fred must have booked it. He brought out a chair for her and she had her sit with Fred opposite her. She tried to force her gaze off his face and figure but she couldn’t. He could be called beautiful if it wasn’t so girlish. “You are welcome ma’am. Oops and before we order, I want to introduce you to my friend and partner, Tony Lorrel” Fred said just as a man came from the back room to their table. Katie stood up immediately, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Tony! Gosh why Tony, what the hell was he doing here anyway? Was her ex-boyfriend going to have dinner with them. Holy crap, what kind of punishment is this. Her past together with the fear she wanna overcome, dining with her. That was so unfair. Tony came forward and took her hand as she gave it, then kissed it. He was still the same as he had been months ago, he was still handsome and stunning but not compared to the man beside him. “Katie Laurens” She tried for a fake smile as they all settled down. Then memories of her break up with Tony and the reasons why started to rush through her head, she could never forget how it started that night.

LOVE HAPPENS chapter 6

LOVE HAPPENS
Chapter 6

Excitement flooded through her mind as Tess helped her to select the cloth to wear for the date. It wasn’t her first time going on a date but this was different, this man was different. And she wasn’t going to the date for romance but for a challenge. She was still the strong woman she always was and she intended on proving that tonight. “You came yesterday and you already have a date, isn’t this superb” Tess’ voice brought her back to the presence of her room. The room wasn’t empty anymore, Tess has helped her unpack stuffs, everything was very beautiful. From the gorgeous bed with black and white bedsheets to the white neat wardrobe that stood opposite it. Katie was glad the bed was by the window where she could easily see the view of the street. There weren’t much houses in the town like in the city, instead, beautiful views of the riverside, the woods on her left view. The surrounding was filled with green grass just like a feild and a beautiful garden was just opposite her window. She remembered vividly her childhood days when she was living like an island princess, her mother would always take her for a walk every morning where she would see other children doing the same thing. Those days when she dreamt of becoming like her mother, of finding true love, of having her kids and of bring a spectacular mom. But everything got away that very night when those two men in black invaded her home and killed her parents.
“Surprising isn’t it?” Katie said as she walked down to the mirror right beside her bed on the other side and pushed a comb through her blonde hair. She was a blonde, yeah. But she wasn’t a beautiful blonde. Some said she was too thin to be sexy. She was bursty, the only thing that brought guys to her and her hips were carved just fit for her body. Her legs were too long but they were beautiful, not sexy. She took time taking care of herself than anything, she still had the dream of becoming like her mother even if all other dreams were lost. “I was just meant to repair his car, it led to all of this” Tess came to her and hugged her from the back. “Oh ain’t you a lucky one” How she wished she was. Katie smiled back at her. “Don’t misunderstand me, its not a romantic dare, there is nothing special bout it” Katie told her. “Romantic or not, its still a date sweetheart and you need it. You need to take a break from work”
Oh she can’t, Katie thought, she hasn’t achieved her goal of being an independent woman. She came to Danpa to complete her house, she was going to own a house, she had a car and she was working towards having her own business. She was going to be an independent woman and she would be inferior to no one. “Tess I don’t need to. Its all I need, besides i’m not really good at relationship stuffs, you should know” Tess finally helped her to select a black gown. “Oh, isn’t that too shiny, you know I hate flashy things” Katie warned. Tess sighed. She knew it was difficult to select a cloth for Katie. Her choice of what to wear has always been different from other girls’. “No its not, its the twentieth cloth you are rejecting, if you continue this way, you’d be late for your date with him” Tess told her as she brought out a nice blue slim-fitted gown with designed embroidery, white petals with a big white rosebud on the left breast. It was gorgeous and Katie remembered being given as a gift on her last birthday by Tony lorrel, her last boyfriend. She hadn’t worn it for once as it brought back memories of how things ended between them. Tony never believed anything she said, there was a time he thought her insane, anyone she got close to thought she was insane at a stage, except Tess of course, the only person who understood her trauma and still stood by her. She looked at the table clock on the cosmetics table under her mirror, it was past seven. “You know why I can’t wear that Tess” Katie looked at the cloth disgustingly. “Are u angry at the cloth or yourself? You can’t continue to pour your anger on the cloth for the past seven months now. It’s got nothing to do with Tony” Tess told her and started to remove the cloth from the hanger. Katie used to tell Tess about Tony whom she thought she loved through their regular phone call, they could talk about him for long, Katie had high hopes for him and hoped he wouldn’t be like her other boyfriends but he was no different.
“Dress up fast and let me do your make-up, you need to look extremely beautiful tonight.” Tess smiled as she helped Katie wear her gown. “Oh goodness Tess, told ya i’m not going to impress anyone, its just a challenge between us” katie told her so she wouldn’t get her hopes up. “Well I hope you lose” Tess chuckled. “Shut up Tess, you know I never lose” Tess helped her with her make-up and also styled her hair. She found a befitting silver heels for her with a silver shaw that she wrapped around her body, by the time they were done, it was past eight, the receptionist had called that a car was waiting for her, just as Fred had said. “Goodluck baby” Tess pecked her as she took her silver purse and went to the elevator. She was looking attractive but not beautiful, every girl on make-up would and her worst regret was not being stunning or beautiful. Tess had styled her hair for her, she had applied her usual perfume. She made sure she wasn’t too glamourous so as not to seem too excited about the date which she in fact was.
She saw the car and the chauffeur and recognised them out of the cars, it was an expensive car and only a guy like Fred could own it, not those living in the 12-storied apartment. She greeted the chauffeur and entered. He drove off. Many thing clouded her mind on how the night would be, her thought went back to last night when they had been intimate, it was nothing official and they followed their nerves. But this was official and planned. She pondered on how it was going to end. The car finally stopped at an eatery, more like an hotel. It was huge and large. Well, she didn’t expect less. It must have been new because when she was still here, she never heard of Begger Hills. Suspense embraced her then, what would Fred think of her when he saw her, would he think her ugly?? Well, she wouldn’t be surprised. She was about asking the chauffeur where to go to when she felt him before seeing him. She looked to the direction of the entrance and there he was, standing with a broad smile on his face, he approached her. Katie didn’t know why her heart was beating fast, waiting for his comment. Why did his opinion matter anyway?. He was looking more handsome tonight and casual. She had expected him to be one of those guys who wore official suits and all, but he was different. He wore a tailored trousers with a matching turtle-necked top, his hair was styled obviously by a stylist and his shoes weren’t from the country by the look of it. “My Lady, shall we proceed?” He asked and gestured for her to lead the way which she in fact did. He hadn’t complimented her, maybe he thought her ugly after all. She had told herself she wouldn’t be surprised yet it hurt her. She wanted to impress him.
They got to a table and a waitress was already waiting for them, it was an enclosed area from the other public tables. Fred must have booked it. He brought out a chair for her and she had her sit with Fred opposite her. She tried to force her gaze off his face and figure but she couldn’t. He could be called beautiful if it wasn’t so girlish. “You are welcome ma’am. Oops and before we order, I want to introduce you to my friend and partner, Tony Lorrel” Fred said just as a man came from the back room to their table. Katie stood up immediately, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Tony! Gosh why Tony, what the hell was he doing here anyway? Was her ex-boyfriend going to have dinner with them. Holy crap, what kind of punishment is this. Her past together with the fear she wanna overcome, dining with her. That was so unfair. Tony came forward and took her hand as she gave it, then kissed it. He was still the same as he had been months ago, he was still handsome and stunning but not compared to the man beside him. “Katie Laurens” She tried for a fake smile as they all settled down. Then memories of her break up with Tony and the reasons why started to rush through her head, she could never forget how it started that night.