"Dance with the waves, move with the sea. Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free."
-Christy Ann Martine-
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After breakfast, they headed back to their room with full stomach. It was quite delightful to be accompanied by the ocean and it was a pleasant change of scenery for both of them. However, the day did not stop there. It merely marked the beginning of their unforgettable trip together.
Closing the door, she headed straight on the bed, plumping down her body onto the bed creating a puff sound while Raphael took a seat beside her on the bed, stretching and relaxing his muscle as well. It felt so comfortable after flying for over a day long. Good thing they flew first class to begin with, otherwise she might strain her back from too much sitting.
In the meantime, as they laid in bed curling up in the comfort, they discussed about their plan together that day, though there were many exciting places they woul
"A man who is right by your side through everything makes you happy. But he can leave your side to make dinner once in a while." -Faith Hill- *** "Every woman deserves to feel beautiful. With our new hybrid night cream with hyaluronic acid and green tea extract to brighten your complexion. Hydrate and nourish your skin as you sleep, and wake up to a soft supple skin. Indulge in the experience yourself today, because you deserve the best" Jovanna moved her fingers alluringly as she held the tube in her hand. The studio lighting enhanced her light complexion making her skin appear brighter. There was also a fan on the side that added the flowing hair effect to the scene. "And cut" a small round of applause was heard from the director. He smiled in satisfaction as he saw how the shoot had turned out. As expected from a world class model, her facial expression matched perfectly with the request. They had not regretted making her
"There's nothing deader than a dead love."-Leona Helmsley-***"Check out the link I sent you" the message was short and straight to the point. She opened it up and clicked on the link, it took her straight to a celebrity gossip page to an article about Raphael and Clara in Bora – Bora.The headline was written as following;"DESROCHES' HEIR SECRET LOVE!?"Jovanna saw a picture of Raphael and Clara in the bikini. In the picture Raphael was pulling Clara close to him after she fed the stingray, the two had their skin touching each other. Jovanna furrowed her brow as read the news, it started with an explanation about the picture, then there were some speculations regarding her identity alongside a dramatized portrayal of their relationship. It's a public secret that the media would often exaggerate things in order to gain more clicks and views. Yet the picture appeared to be real, captured on the location with
"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight." -Oscar Wilde- *** The sound of ocean crashing in the evening radiated tranquility throughout the shore, accompanied by the different hues of red and purple painting the sky as the sun set down and the dusk arrived from its slumber, picturing the perfect atmosphere for a romantic date, even someone who previously had lacked romantic attitude knew not to waste the moment. That night was their last day in paradise before they had to return to reality, he wanted to create a lasting impression of their stay together for her, that was why he had arranged a perfect dinner for both of them, one which he was sure would greatly impress her. He held Clara's hand as they walked on a bridge which served as a pathway to a private open air restaurantdirectly facing the ocean. It was a different place than the one they had when they first arrived, this time the place was exclus
"Sometimes it feels so good to just sit by yourself, relax and not talk to anyone." -Kristen Butler- *** The world has always been such a busy place. Filled with so many chaos and conflicts. Amid the noise, one has to find way to create peace within themselves. Everyone had their own way to coping with the madness in everyday life, for Celine Desroches, it was through her self-care routine. Celine was a perfectionist, for her, the evening ritual was as sacred as her work. Having an entire gold and white themed master bathroom with marble decorations, an entire large bathtub that could fit two people, completed with water massage options and a large wine tray for the bathroom had come as an advantage to her. She ran the warm water down and poured the whole bottle of rose and lavender bubble bath liquid into the tub to give that relaxing yet romantic vibe to the water. As she liked to make sense of it. Previously, she had also
"Before facing your enemy, you must first face yourself." -Tite Kubo- *** Clara had been sitting in her desk for hours typing in a proposal for the company's next project. It was a completely different experience compared to what she was used to. Before she would spend hours painting with her right brain in maximum usage, but this time she allowed her left brain to play around a bit. She had been working with Corentin for a whole month and so far she had been enjoying herself, the only thing that felt strange to her was mostly sitting in front of a computer roughly eight hours a day, for some people it might not be that big of a deal but even before when she was still dealing with her family's business, she often incorporated manual methods which she had to admit, was far less effective than using a computer. Besides that though, everyone around her had treated her well, she had no idea if it was because she was a clo
"There are three things all wise man fears. The sea in storm, a night with no moon and the anger of a gentleman." -Patrick Rothfuss- *** He was furious that someone dared to try and lay a hand on his loved one. Raphael was not one to easily lose his temper but when it came down to Clara he could unleash the devil within who was not scared of hurting anyone for her. "Whatdo you think youare doing?" his deep voice sounded angry. Gisellehad no idea what it was about him, but she found herself scared of theman, of course she would not let it show through. At the same time, another sound offootsteps echoed in the air. Corentin arrived and found Raphael holding Giselle's hand mid-air, he knew right away what was going on. He hurriedly stood by Clara's side, checking her to make sure she was nothurt, and when he confirmed she was fine, he turned to Giselle. Corentin was equally asfurio
"Happiness is not in money, but in shopping." -Marilyn Monroe- *** It was Sunday morning at Raphael's penthouse. Clara was awakened by the sunlight radiating from the window. She stretched her muscle while tossing her body to the side, as her arms reached out to feel Raphael beside her but he was not there. She had permanently moved every night to his room to sleep with him. Most nights they did nothing at all but cuddling around each other, having light or deep conversations while watching a movie or resting without purpose. He had woken up half an hour earlier, thinking he did not want to wake her up since she had been exhausted from all the works she had been doing lately. Clara spent ten minutes after waking up contemplating on her life. And somehow, she did not know what she did to deserve such amazing life. Yes, there were some unpleasant incidents which had occurred in her life, but for the most part, she was h
"Madness is a kind of mental suicide." -Stephen King- *** Marcel has just returned back from work when he heard Giselle screaming inside the house. He was immediately alert as he pulled out the apartment key, slamming the door open, he ran hastily into the house and was shocked by what he saw. The living room looked like a war zone. It was beyond messy. No, it looked like someone had actually come and tried to destroy everything. A bunch of papers were misplaced everywhere. The dining room had looked like something out of an action movie after the enemy and the main hero played chase inside the house. Broken pieces of plates were scattered on the floor. Sharp, smaller pieces of glass could easily injure anyone who accidentally step on them. He could see stains of dirt and food scrap also scattered all across the floor. He tilted his head back and forth trying to process what was happening. Once again, he heard a loud
"I don't care how hard being together is, nothing is worse than being apart." -Josephine Angelini- *** "Good morning, Mon Amour. I made breakfast for you" Clara was still sleepy when Raphael came over with a tray of food and drinks. She felt a bit dizzy when she tried to sit and straightened her bed. With her eyes still closed, Raphael kissed her which woke her up in an instant, mixed with the scent of a freshly brewed cup of coffee which managed to restore her vigor. She took the glass of water and gulped it down in one shot, then she picked up a cup filled with honey and herbal tea which supposedly could help her heal faster. Once she was done, she lifted up her face to meet his. Raphael had appeared exceptionally dashing that morning, he was nearly half naked if it was not for the robe that covered part of his abs but his muscular chest was exposed for her to enjoy. Clara had to admit, she would not mind waking up every da
"Being a family means you are a part of something very wonderful. It means you will love and be loved for the rest of your life." -Lisa Weed- *** Everybody was gathered at Desroches main manor, the place was crowded with family members of the Desroches, along with Clara and Dennis. It was new year already. Time had passed by so fast. Clara's recovery had been amazing. She was discharged from the hospital much faster than they had initially thought. The poison in her body had not completely gone yet and the doctor said they still needed to watch over her, in case she experienced any post medical issues. So far, she had been fine. Since they could not celebrate Christmas together, at least they could celebrate New Year together. Originally, they wanted to go outside together and celebrate New Year at a hotel, but they cancelled the plan for Clara, she was still unsteady to go outside at the moment, and it was also his family's
"Everything's a story. You are a story. I am a story." -Frances Hodgson Burnett- *** Dennis Bellavance had gone to Paris for the second time in a month, three days after she had woken up they had allowed her out from the hospital. Her body stabilized rather rapidly for someone who had gone unconscious for three weeks, and the rest of her system were functioning as normal, but they had given her a few prescriptions which had never been part of his plan, but as soon as he received the call from Raphael he had to come. He had prayed days and night for her to wake up, and it must have been a miracle for her to wake up right on Christmas day. Clara had lived inside Raphael's house again, he was a bit worried after he had heard what was going on between them, but judging from Clara's voice from over the phone she seemed to be doing just fine. He went through the whole process over and over again, but this time Raphael had spared so
"Quarrels are a natural part of relationships. Making up is always the best part." -Maureen Johnson- *** Clara slowly opened her eyes, her light green eyes had darkened slightly, perhaps due to the effect of the poison on her body, although her head was still pounding, she did not allow it to prevent her from coming back to reality. When she was unconscious, she could hear voices of people calling out for her. She did not know if she was dreaming or not, all she knew was she needed to wake up. It took her a couple of minutes to fully took a grasp of her surrounding, first when she opened her eyes completely, all she saw was a blank hospital ceiling mixed with white hazy fog which she assumed came from her eyes trying to adapt to light again after being closed for God knew how long. Then a few
"Nothing is in the middle of somewhere, surrounded by everything, where everyone is someplace and still lacking someone I need the most." -Anthony Liccione- *** Just like what Celine had told him, two hours before the party started somebody picked him up from the hospital, and Celine had arranged for a nurse to watch her for the night. He should have known his family was not going to give up on persuading him. His ties with them were quite strong after all although he was not feeling particularly excited about it. At first Raphael was still doubtful about his family's decision since his gut had told him that something just did not feel quite right, yet he did not wish to disappoint his family members. Thus he decided to go. It's just one night. He arrived at the Desroches family manor, the main house where his parents resided in. Once he stepped in he could already see the work of his sister that had decorated the pla
"Christmas is the one day of the year when it's most obvious someone's missing. It had to become less about the presents." -Jeff Brazier- *** "Tomorrow is Christmas's Eve, Raphael. You need to come, we could hire someone and pay them extra to look after Clara. Everyone in the family would be there, You don't want to miss our annual Christmas Eve's dinner party, please, just come." Celine was on the phone with Raphael. She was dressed in a casual black winter gown which she loved to wear during at home during the season. Meanwhile, Eduard was in the background trying his best to keep the children from interrupting their mother because he knew Celine hated to be distracted when she is talking to somebody. "I have told you I can't. I need to watch over Clara." He insisted. "No, you have to come. Someone will pick you up at the hospital two hours before the party start. We would be waiting for you. If you don't come, you
"Sacrifice, that's the thing we do for the people we love." -Gayle Forman- *** Raphael and Corentin had been waiting in a building on the rural area of Paris. For the first time they were seated beside each other eagerly waiting with the same goal. The building itself belonged to Corentin's family and it was used for emergency meetings. Because the location was far from the public's eyes. No one else would have cared to know more about it. It was a rare occasion for them, who have enjoyed a position of comfort their entire life to bother with the street work. But just this once, they were willing to get their hands dirty. Keep in mind, these two men were sophisticated members of society, who had an immaculate reputation, but each man have their own dark side, including them. When combined, it became even more deadly. The door slammed open and the men they have sent came inside the room with Renee with them. They pulle
"Monsters are real, ghosts are real too. They live inside us and sometimes, they win." -Stephen King- *** "Where did you go last night?" Renee was sitting down on the porch of her house with Rainier beside her. It was a cloudy day in Paris, perhaps it would rain soon. Though they were outside, the whole atmosphere was dark and gloomy. She took a sip of her honey tea and turned to him. Her eyes were cold, empty, and interrogating. Renee always had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night, it was her body's biological programming. Each time, she would come and check on her brother to see if he was truly asleep. She had the housekeeper that was assigned to him to give him a sleeping pill each night, that way she would always have him under control, for during the day, she always had someon
"Truth is rarely pure and never simple." -Oscar Wilde- *** Rainier stood in front of the hospital room. He squirmed his hands together, admittedly, he was nervous, anxiety filled every fiber of his being. He wondered if he made the right decision, but he had gone so far and he had no choice but to take a step forward. It was difficult heading out from his window without her sister knowing, he thought he was going to die, but there was a certainty in his mind, he needed to do it. He knocked on the door and after a moment, Raphael opened the door. He had known about Raphael, he was pretty famous after all, and his sister had shown him a picture of Clara with Raphael. But of course he was welcomed with a confused look from him. Behind them, on the couch, Corentin had also woken up from the noise, he had high sensitivity toward noises. Both men were now fully alert, Rainier knew they would be suspicious of him, first thing he did