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Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

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Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels xoxoxo: “You would gain so much. Trust me". “Okay. What do I put on first”? “The makeup of course”. “Do I stay her on the bed or where”? “No. I need you to sit on the floor while I apply the makeup on your face”. Don slipped to the floor and watched as his wife took out mascara, eyeliners, powders, and lipsticks from the small bag. She then began to apply them on his face, taking her time to make sure that his face was well painted. She also used different lipsticks on his lips until it was a thick and dark shade of blue.

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She felt as if she was ready to get out of the relationship. She glared at the television in front of her, planning when she would pack her things, and where she would go when she did leave. Lizzy smirked over at the pouting Dora.

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Enjoy short stories by Hellen Heels, xoxoxo. “What could it be then? You have discovered the perfect spot for our next vacation”? “Paul. What is wrong with you”? “You said I should guess, baby. That is what I am doing”. “Look, it has nothing to do with me wanting you or our next vacation spot”. “Then what is it”? “It has to do with Carol”. “What could it be that has to do with her? Let me see. Is she about to get married”? “No. Try again”. “She misses her aunt”? “And that is why she came into town to see me”? He shrugged. “Maybe".

Enjoy short stories by Hellen Heels xoxoxoxo. “Move faster”? the woman repeated. “I think you mean jump the line faster. Because that is what you just did. And it is wrong". The man in dread locks made her a face. “Are you angry about it? Do you feel cheated? Okay, why not do your worst and let me see"? The woman stepped forward. But the elderly man held her hand. “Please just let him be. Just ignore him and concentrate on why you are here". “But he jumped the line, sir. He is taking your position".

“I can count several traffic violations that you have committed already, James. And they are all very serious violations.” He stepped forward. “I haven’t committed any traffic violations, officer.” “That is not what I can see right here.”

As he pulled up to the huge gates, one of the security men flagged him down. “Who are you here to see?” “Mrs. Carlson. She is expecting me.” “Who are you?” “My name is Frank. Tell her it is the plumber she called a while ago about a plumbing emergency.” The guard picked up his phone and made a call. As he spoke into the phone, Frank could feel his heart beating excitedly. He was finally going to confirm if the call he received while at home was a prank.

I made Tom’s morning tea and chatted with the new intern Nathan in the break room. He was working on a project with Harrison’s team. Apparently, he had pitched an idea to Harrison, and he immediately fell in love with it. Before I could congratulate him, I was summoned by an upset-looking Tom who stood in the doorway.

“So what do you suggest?” “I would refer you to another doctor to assess your case so that -” “But I don’t want another doctor, young man. Can’t you see that?” “I am sorry. Can’t I see what?” “I must see Doctor Annabelle.”

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She was just standing on the edge of the dance floor, surveying the room, her hips barely undulating in time to the music. She was the woman who had been in her erotic dreams since Anastasia could remember: wavy black hair to the middle of her back, creature white skin, a petite curvy form with bulging breasts above flaring hips, and a narrow waist any woman would kill for. Her lips were glossed a wine shade of red, and her hair was in cute bangs in front.

She was standing by the foyer of the high-rise building when he saw her. There was something about the way she stood there that caught his attention almost immediately. It was not just because of her hair which was long and red and had left to fall loosely on her shoulders. Neither was it also because of her attire which comprised of a body-fitting white suit and matching white pants, along with a red handbag and red high-heel shoes.

“I see. So you decided to come along with as much managerial support as possible?” He grinned. “Yes, I did. It is always good for one to have such support, especially when one considers the kind of transactions I am hoping we can seal today.”

Ein Ostsee-Liebesroman über die Entscheidung zwischen strahlender Karriere und einem erfüllten Leben. Zielstrebig, ehrgeizig, diszipliniert: Katharina denkt ausschließlich an ihre Karriere und die ersehnte Beförderung zur Managerin, Work-Life-Balance Fehlanzeige. Aber als sie nach einer wichtigen Präsentation vor Erschöpfung zusammenbricht, steht alles, wofür sie so hart gearbeitet hat, auf der Kippe. Die letzte Möglichkeit, den outdoorbegeisterten Chef von ihrer Führungsstärke zu überzeugen, ist ein Survivaltraining.

“Yes, I did. But still that is not enough excuse for me to keep you away from enjoying a much-needed vacation as a couple.” “It is alright, Will. I still love you very much. I am also happy that after everything you eventually saw reason with me. I only ask you for one favor.” “What is that?”

Things had been going on good for a while. Until yesterday. Anna had tried to have a friendly conversation with Claire a few times since she had joined the firm. But then, she wasn’t getting anywhere. Anna had no idea whether Claire was married now or if she had a boyfriend. All she ever said was that she never discussed her private life at work. And that made Anna all the more curious. What was Claire life after work? What were her activities? And most of all, would she be interested in getting a drink sometime?