Dear J Novelas e Histórias

so carele whoever sent me this, i'm sincerely sorry, but i appreciate it hi i saw a card on the top, it's not that visible anymore because it's already tucked inside, and you can barely see i even tortured this flower, i'm too overacting, aga i opened it and i smiled, it's from the person who sent me, and it sa dear e

But my love and respect for you will remain the same. Sincerely, Calissa M. Dela Vega"

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I'm so tired i forget to switch of the sound of my phone so suddenly i hear the vibration and i pick it up only to find a message from an unknown number and I frown who it can be. But my curiosity wins and i open the message only to read the following: "Dear Sarah, how was your night? I hope you've slept well, i know I have, especially after the devine taste of your lips!:) I hope you and Liam are okay? Because when he came home he was furious with me and you...I'm sorry that I've put you in that position! I thought i was really helping him by watching us but it seems like i didn't think again but just do, what i have often done before....so sorry for all that and i hope we can still be frie

All these multiple questions flashed through my mind but the most concrete one of them all bugged me most. Who is J.T?

I was very upset with him; sure, he was my friend, but still under me; ignoring my calls was punishable. “Jocelyn is alive.” “What?!”

Charles POV At Jenna’s insistence, I reluctantly left the hospital to go to the office. When I arrived at my office, I was dragging my feet. Whereas before, work had been the boon of my existence. I realized recently that all work and no play made me a very dull person. That’s why it puzzled me why Jenna loved me regardless. “You don’t look too happy reporting for work,” Rowan commented after dragging my feet to my office and finding him, Marcus, and Flint sitting around my conference table.

Yours sincerely, Your first love.

"They just wanted some dessert. We all love something that tantalizes our taste buds." "I can think of a few things." He wagged his eyebrows sensually. The way he watched her left her feeling beautiful, like the center of his affection. A man like him belonged with someone far more glamorous than her, a model or movie star maybe, but there he sat, his attention solely on her. "I meant to tell you." She swallowed her nervousness, which was completely out of place, and yet she couldn't seem to force it to fade fast enough. "Judy's mother, Debbie, came by during the open house. Did you see her?"