En Fanfare Vaut-Il Le Détour ?

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I disappeared in the year Sebastian Ferraro loved me most. For thirteen years, he never got an explanation. And for thirteen years, I punished myself by never watching his games, never saying his name, and never thinking about the promise we made in that old hockey rink. Until I returned to this city and saw a faded poster outside the abandoned arena. Sebastian was only seventeen in the photo. He stood at the center of the ice, bright-eyed and fearless, with one sentence printed beneath him: Wait for me past the blue line. That was his promise to me. And I had missed it for thirteen years. Later, I collapsed inside his arena. When I woke up, the boy I had once failed was standing beside my hospital bed. Only he was no longer a boy. He was a professional hockey star. The heir to the Ferraro crime family. And a man whose fiancée was about to marry him. I wanted to tell him why I had left all those years ago. But he looked at me and said coldly, “The past is over. Don’t cause any misunderstandings.” That was when I finally understood. I no longer had the right to disturb his life. So I smiled, swallowed every truth I had kept buried, and booked a flight to New Zealand. I thought leaving was the last thing I could do for him. Until that plane disappeared from radar. The news spread through the whole city. Everyone said Sebastian Ferraro lost control at the airport. He went through the passenger list again and again, screaming my name like a man who had already lost everything.

In a society where only the rich keep getting richer, chasing a dream is a luxury Reya Fernandez has never been able to afford. At 27, she’s her family’s breadwinner—carrying burdens far beyond her years, constantly setting herself aside as life throws one dilemma after another. But when she’s unjustly suspended from work, stuck in a dead end with her family’s needs piling high, Reya finally decides she’s had enough. She goes on a vacation. Hesitant but determined to take charge of her life, Reya sets out to breathe—for once. What she doesn't expect is to stumble upon fate's game, giving her life an unexpected 'Splash of Colour'.

My mother was critically ill, and I drove five hundred miles back to my hometown alone. At a rest stop, I saw a video online. A young man had posted: "First day driving long-distance as a nervous beginner. My ex followed me for three hundred miles, all the way until I got home safely." In the video, a familiar black Mercedes followed a white car the entire way. The top comment came from a burner account: "I'm the driver's ex. No other meaning. I just couldn't stop worrying. "He's timid, but always tries to act brave. I was afraid something would happen to him. "Please don't overthink it. Don't bother him. I'll feel bad." The internet exploded. "What kind of once-in-a-lifetime devoted ex is this? Get back together already!" I stared at that Mercedes. The plate number was GB-8860V. It was my fiancee Vanessa Tomlinson's car. That morning, she had canceled the plan to drive home with me. She said her company had an emergency project and she could not get away. I had sent her dozens of messages, and she had not replied to a single one. Yet she had time to escort the man she never truly let go of for three hundred miles. My phone buzzed. Vanessa had finally texted me: "Is the interstate jammed? Drive safe."

"Dude, let me see whose is bigger. Yours or my boyfriend's." On a truck along the Sicherian-Timbre Highway, a couple hitched a ride from me. The lady, Jean Shelley, was dressed provocatively. I couldn't help getting aroused, pitching a tent. Unexpectedly, Jean was very open-minded. She actually wanted to use her hand to measure how big I was. What made my blood race even more was that her boyfriend, Ray Brook, wanted her to use her body to pay for the ride.

Keith Jefferson, the man who loved Kelsey KingFisher at first sight was the richest and most handsome man in the US. He was also the most eligible bachelor in Los Angeles and every sophisticated lady wanted to be the Young Madam of the Jefferson clan but Keith only loved the drop-dead gorgeous beauty with appropriately-sized voluptuous curves that he met working at a restaurant. He couldn’t remove his gaze from the way she swayed her backside gracefully each time she came to serve him and his body cried out for her. He fell deeply in love with his sweet and spoilt bootylicious Kelseylicious (as he calls her) and planned on marrying her but different unexpected twists and turns happened….from his childhood girlfriend who had been presumed dead many years ago resurfacing…. to kidnapping…. loneliness… near-death experiences, etc. There are loads of suspense, really sweet experiences, romantic ones, the bitter ones, as well as hell and high water experiences….