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SEBASTIAN. Life really does change a lot, but one thing I learned was to always communicate, never jump to conclusions or take life-changing decisions on your own. It cost me precious years with Zaia, and it caused her so much heartache. But that was a lesson I learned too late when I had almost lo
VALERIE. Somehow, I was expecting that reaction from him. I’m not sure why, but I wasn’t expecting him to be ecstatic over the news and, in a way, I’m glad I was prepared. Being a doctor, I’ve come across a huge variety of reactions from couples, or even single mothers. Accidental pregnancies are
“Za…” I trail off when he wraps his arms around me tightly and rests his head against my shoulder, taking a deep breath. I lean back against him, placing my hand over his arms as I reach up with my other hand, placing it on his muscular bicep. “You didn’t come back,” I murmur. “I’ll always come ba
ZADE. “Survival training.” “Survival?” Valerie asks me as she rubs her arms, glancing at the dark looming forest behind me. “Yeah, this will last three or four hours. The first thing I want to work on with you is your stamina, resistance, vigilance, and observance.” She nods, although I’m sure t
“No…” she breathes. My gaze dips to her breasts and I slip my hand under her top, stroking her stomach, before moving my gun down her cheek. “Your body says otherwise,” I taunt, caressing her skin with my gun. “That was too fast. I was doing my best…” “You took a blade and poison, use them. Since
ZADE. ‘Argh! I thought I had shaken you off!’ She struggles against me, trying to break free, but I simply tighten my hold. “You would be dead by now. Again. You aren’t paying attention to your surroundings.” I say quietly. ‘I was!’ She answers as she tries to elbow me hard in the waist, but in
VALERIE. My entire body is screaming in pain and fatigue. I have never run so much in my life and according to him, he went ‘easy’ on me. Easy? Yeah, right! That was not easy! I have been on my feet in the hospital for hours on end on countless occasions, but this? This is exhaustion on another l
VALERIE. “Which is what we’re saying,” Zade counters almost mockingly as he flips the bread knife he’s holding lazily between his fingers as he’s relaxed back in his seat. “I’ll be fine,” I say. Zade looks at me for a second, almost as if observing me. “So then, go back there. Try to carry on as