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  1. vanalas
    Jace shot up from his chair, disbelief written all over his face. “Matteo?” His voice came out sharper than intended. “What the hell are you doing here?” Matteo, standing just inside the door with equal parts confusion and tension in his eyes, answered flatly, “I’m here for work.” Their boss glanced between them, eyebrows lifting in curiosity. “Wait—you two know each other?” Matteo let out a resigned sigh. “Yeah… Jace is a friend.” Jace’s jaw tightened.
  2. vanalas
    I 💯 percent agree with you. Lies bleed more lies and more lies until they can't be contained. What Matteo and Jace had was too strong
  3. vanalas
    Prophetic right? How's it so far? Has that murderous rage returned?
  4. vanalas
    The room was cold, drenched in the grey-blue tint of early morning light spilling in through the half-drawn curtains. Matteo sat on the edge of the bed, his back bare, hunched, a thin hotel blanket draped over his shoulders and pooling around his waist. His damp, tousled hair stuck to his forehead, and the smudged remnants of last night’s eyeliner clung to the dark circles beneath his reddened eyes. He stared at the wall with a lifeless gaze, his fingers curling tightly around the edge of the bl
  5. vanalas
    Oooooh lucky me. Stay tuned
  6. vanalas
    And here I was thinking I was gonna be crucified. Did you get possessed by an angel 😁😁😁😁
  7. vanalas
    The sun hung low in the afternoon sky, its golden rays casting warm glows across the park as the breeze carried the smell of freshly cut grass and summer laughter. Children played in the distance—some kicking a ball, others giggling on the jungle gym. But in one quiet corner of the park, Noah sat on a bench with his phone pressed to his ear, a leather folder resting beside him, a Bluetooth headset catching every word of the call. His brows were furrowed in focus as he spoke in his professional,
  8. vanalas
    You're welcome. And this one will be pure joy 😊
  9. vanalas
    Or, a world of smiling and joyfully crying 😃
  10. vanalas
    Jace winced sharply as the cool sting of antiseptic touched his skin. “Damn it,” he muttered, pulling his head back slightly. “Stay still,” Matteo said firmly, holding the cotton swab delicately but securely in his fingers. His brows drew together in frustration, but there was no malice—only concern. “I’m just trying to help out.” Jace huffed, shifting where he sat on the open boot of the car, feet dangling lightly. The streetlamp above cast a soft glow, painting both of them in a
  11. vanalas
    It's going down "basement" 🤣🤣🤣🤣
  12. vanalas
    Matteo swallowed the pain swelling in his throat and forced a smile as he looked at Jace. He said his name softly, almost like tasting it after years of bitterness and longing. “Jace,” he said, voice light but strained. “It’s... nice to meet you.” Then, with quiet steps, Matteo walked forward and extended a hand. Jace hesitated—his fingers twitching as if caught between instinct and discomfort. His eyes flicked to the hand, then to Noah, then back. Finally, summoning his courage, he cl
  13. vanalas
    You're not gonna be frustrated. You're Gonna be smiling in your chair while reading
  14. vanalas
    I mean... isn't Matteo a sweetheart 😁😁😁
  15. vanalas
    Jace sat across from the man, a sleek ceramic cup of coffee untouched before him. The quiet hum of the café around them seemed distant, drowned by the pounding in his chest. His fingers circled the spoon slowly, stirring the coffee as though hypnotized by the dark whirlpool forming at the center. He hadn’t taken a sip. He hadn’t even looked up. He could feel the weight of the gaze on him—sharp, attentive, unrelenting. It made his skin buzz. The man sitting across from him was devastati
  16. vanalas
    If you had been there... if you had seen it... I bet you you'd have done the same. 😆 🤣 😂 😹
  17. vanalas
    I need therapy 😆 🤣 😂 why me?
  18. vanalas
    No bets. I already have a lawsuit on my hands
  19. vanalas
    What did I do? Jace hadn't even done anything. He's innocent You're way in over your head
  20. vanalas
    The tension in the air was thick, nearly suffocating. Noah’s breath hitched as he recognized his father. He stepped away from Jace instinctively, his heart hammering. “Dad?” he called out, his voice half-worried, half-exasperated. “What are you doing here?” Elijah didn’t speak at first. His sharp eyes zeroed in on Jace, who now held Rain protectively, as if shielding him from something. Noah rushed forward, placing himself directly in Elijah’s path. “I made my decision,
  21. vanalas
    Well, Elijah might not even be the villain you think of him 😉 He's just being an overprotective dad
  22. vanalas
    The nursery was something out of a luxury catalog. Soft ivory walls. Creamy drapes. A gold-trimmed baby cot placed under a crystal chandelier. Everything smelled like fresh linen and faint vanilla. Elijah leaned over the custom-made bassinet with faint gold accents, gently adjusting the soft blue blanket wrapped around his grandson. Rain. The baby wriggled slightly, then settled back down with a tiny sigh. Elijah smiled to himself, brushing a finger against the baby’s delicat
  23. vanalas
    Imma have to say, stay tuned 🙃🙃🙃🙃
  24. vanalas
    At least, he's not like Ian, right? 😅😅😅😅
  25. vanalas
    😅😅😅😅😅😅😅 I'm learning my characters do make you guys feel like strangling them and the author at thr same time
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