-Please!
-Not.
-Please!.
-Not.
-Come on mom. Please.
-I have said no.
-You're boring.
-Yes
Samantha frowns at the two dwarfs who shoot her hateful glances.
-I do not care. You can look at me however you want.
-Papa would let us go.
-Yes.
-Well, it's too bad that dad isn't there -announces she looking out the window with concern.
-It's just a little snow- says her eldest five-year-old son, pulling her out of the window. She is not going to happen anything. Stop worrying and let us come out and play.
Sam looks at him annoyed. The damn brat could read her like an open book, just like her father.
-Now he is falling very hard. In a little while, when it stops snowing.
-When it stops snowing the snow will disappear! The boy growls.
-Bored- the girl shouts again.
-Yes. A horrible and hateful boring –Sam answers, taking the little over a two-year-old girl in he
My Valentine's date was called Acer. It was red. Beautiful.We met through my brother just on my birthday and since then we have not separated. He was the most incredible thing in this world, he loved everything I threw at him, which was quite a lot, and he didn't complain that he had to work hard because he was always by my side. He didn't bother if I wanted to spend the whole afternoon lying on the couch watching Gossip Girl with him. He didn't care about anything. It was almost perfect. Almost, because I always needed a cable or a battery. He was very dependent on them. Yeah, well, my Valentine's date was my laptop, and our plan was for me to make some progress on the romance novel that I had to deliver at the end of the month. The life of a romantic writer is not easy and in my case, it was not even romantic.My name is Samantha, if, as the protagonist of the Bewitched series, my mother was a big fan and hence my name. I walk my brother was somewhere in the c
What if they were the sex slave type? I started hyperventilating, imagining the life I was going to have to lead from now on, and without realizing it I started crying. He threw me on the couch and I fell bouncing sideways, causing Salem to come out and utter my tears. He liked salt. I thought maybe he was just going to rob me and now that he had seen it he would have to kill me. Who would expect someone to be in my house on Valentine's Day? If he killed me, who would take care of Salem? Rob? I started thinking about Rob my brother. Without me I would have no one to call every day in the afternoon, nor would I have a cook on weekendsBefore I could begin to beg for my life, my abductor shoved something into my mouth. Poison. My eyes widened and I began to shake until an unexpected taste began to flow through my mouth. Could be...? It was...? I had scooped ice cream into myself. I stared at him without understanding anything.- You are a very annoying cutie. I'm not goi
And the door to my apartment opened. Shit. I didn't even look up, lest I think it was an act of rebellion or something like that. I did not want to be tortured, I liked all my fingers and my skin was marked very easily. I didn't want souvenir bruises, thanks. Against all my principles, I stood still with my head down. Submissive, so I trembled because the only sound that had warned me of his presence was that of his soldier boots that echoed in my ears like the detonation of a bomb. I braced myself for the worst, for a kick or a punch. Without realizing it, I began to cry silently, all the waiting was killing what few nerves I had left. Without even speaking, he was killing me. I heard another sound, cloth slipping, wrinkling. A hand touched my face and lifted my chin.- Hello - A deep and kind voice told me. His breath was soft and warm. Was nice. I opened my eyes almost out of inertia.- Oh - It was the only thing I could mutter before seeing myself caught my e
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