Patricia Wilson
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The third point of view: "That was so funny, you should have seen his face," Isabella laughed hard, clutching her stomach. It was beginning to hurt from the excessive laughter but damn, that felt so good. Niklaus's heart swelled with joy when he saw Isabella laugh sincerely. She almost seemed like that sweet innocent girl he knew when she was younger. But unfortunately, life took away that innocence and made her this way. His daughter encountered things kids her age would never dream of…
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The third point of view: "What?!" Isabella was stunned out of her mind and apparently, she wasn't the only one startled as well since the others had similar shocked expressions. Like who does that? Put a tracker on their kid. Isabella's mind began to function a mile per minute as she assessed her brain. When had Niklaus put a tracker in her? When was the last time she had a dental appointment? How hasn't she noticed? She couldn't remember having dental surgery? It seems her father was always one step…
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The third point of view: "Oh my God, tonight was so fun. I wish we can do that over again," Anabelle squealed happily, forgetting she had been crying hours ago. Compared to the others, she was the only one who wasn't carrying any bag and walked ahead of everyone else. "Don't worry, I'll take you out there myself after all this is over," Julie said to her, a tender look in his eyes when he saw her smile. He loved seeing her smile. There was something about Anabelle's smiles that warms the heart.…
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The third point of view: "Anabelle!" Julie reached for her but she slipped through his fingers and took off. At once he attempted to go after her, but the announcer blocked his way. Since Julie was taller, he glanced over the man's shoulder only to discover Anabelle was getting further away. Sweat broke out on his face, what if she got lost? She didn't know this place nor anyone here. Isabella would kill him if such a thing happened. She already warned him. "Sir Jordan, where are you going? You…
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The third point of view: "On your mark. Set. Go!" the whistle was blown. There was an outcry of cheers from the crowd as each participant dug into their food. There was no room to be gentle or well-mannered as everyone had their faces stuffed with food. Every one of them was determined to win. Even Anabelle who was always all about etiquette didn't care anymore for her image. This wasn't just a competition, but a war - her pride was on the line here. She had to prove to Isabella and the others…
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The third point of view: "What is this?" Anabelle poked her food with the fork in distaste. "Classic spaghetti with tomato sauce," Isabella tipped her head questioningly, "What were you expecting?" "Well for starters, sausage and spinach Fettuccine Alfredo, my favorite," Anabelle hoped her cousin would change her mind. Look at this, the spaghetti wasn't even deliciously garnished. Who in the world eats this? "For starters, in your dream," She retorted with a smile that didn't reach her…
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The third point of view: "You look cute!" Anabelle squealed. "You look ridiculous," Isabella countered her cousin, her gaze running over Julie's new look scrupulously, "But then, you look nothing like yourself, so that's a good thing," Julie didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or insult? Right now, he was wearing a long brown wig, fake eyebrows, and a fake goatee that disguised his features. He was sure that not even his grandfather would be able to recognize him in this new…
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The third point of view: Isabella woke up with a satisfied smile on her face. They had fucked thoroughly - every single place in the house had not gone untouched. She must have an insatiable libido else how was she able to keep up the pace with Pedro? Well, it was pleasing to know that her boyfriend had the stamina to satisfy her sexual appetite. A smile lit up Isabella's face when she discovered they had broken the other leg of the bed. One foot of the bed had always been broken as far as she…
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The third point of view: "Everywhere is empty," Anabelle noticed as they walked into one of the apartments in the building. "Yeah, Niklaus sent everyone off after he purchased the building," Julie reminded her as he closed the door behind them. The place was literally vacant with only furniture and a few items available. The paint on the wall was faded, already peeling off. It was obvious that whoever would reside here in the future - that is if Niklaus gives permission - would have to refurbish…
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Warning: Erotic scene ahead. Not suitable for those below eighteen - shoo away until you grow up younglings. The third point of view: Pedro had had his full of her wicked mischiefs, it was time to torture her the same way she did to him. So Isabella never saw him coming or so Pedro thought because when he stood and carried her off her feet to the couch, Isabella put her leg out between them before he had the opportunity to trap her with his body. "You never learn, do you?" Isabella pushed him away…
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