Charlotte Angels, a daughter of a mafia boss. For Charlotte, her life is already meaningless. She feels pity for herself. With an uncaring father, a whore mother, a hateful brother and a good-for-nothing-lowlife-devil of a fiance, all she ever thoug...
It's been five months since the twins and I lived in our maisonette house.
And it's been pretty peaceful.
It's nice and I can't deny the serenity in this place.
It's been amazing from the day I got here.
The place kept the worries and pain away and to be quite frank, I think I don't wanna leave anymore.
But hey, I don't want to forsake the place where I was taken in and taken good care of.
So no, I will not stay here permanently.
As I was washing the dishes, the doorbell rang.
"It's open!" I said.
The door opened and I could hear footsteps coming in.
"Hey there beautiful," a guy greeted.
"Good morning Richard," I greeted back.
"Hello there Jc... Cj... how's your sleep?" he asked the babies lying on the sofa.
"They were crying so loud I wasn't able to get a proper sleep," I answered.
He laughed, "Well, double the trouble."
I wiped my hands as I went to the sofa and sat with him.
I looked at his digital camera.
I then let his chow chow lie on my lap as I hugged it tight.
Her name is Ross Kane.
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And then, his two furry fluffy fur balls are playing on the ground as they can't come up the sofa because of their overloaded cuteness both physical and structure.
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However, the twins are quietly playing with Richard's cute cuddly friend, Ric. His havanese pup.
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