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Priceless

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  *Daniel’s pov* I tried and tried to find something worthwhile in Rose’s cabin. I didn’t find anything that seemed out of work. I don’t know if I could ever call her Aubrey. She will always be Rose for me. Rose. Delicate, gentle, and strong. I needed to know what secrets she was hiding that was troubling her. I would not think twice before taking all those horrible things away from her at any cost and hiding her safe from the entire world. She deserves calm and peace. She deserves everything. Just as I get searching the last cupboard, the shrill ring of my phone alerts me. My stomach twists when I see it’s Sophie calling. I had this weird feeling nagging at me that I pushed down not so long ago. “Is everything okay?” are the words that drop out of my mouth just as I answer the call. “Dan- Daniel, um,” she takes a breath in before continuing, “um, I think you should come here-” I end the call before she says anything more. This can’t be good. The familiar feeling of p
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Alone in a crowd

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 I was in a crowd, Yet I was alone. They seemed to know me, Yet I felt unknown. I saw a pair of eyes, It's lingering gaze over me. They stayed for just a second, Yet that made me feel free. Those forest green eyes, They belonged to Rose. She didn't talk much, but, Her every word seemed like prose. People weren't fond, They found her rude. She wasn't such at all, They just liked to intrude. She wasn't a socialite, Was a wolf lone She was a smart woman, Just not much known. ---Ishita💜--- Daniel was the son of Ethan Richards, but no one knew how he did look. He was quite surprised when everyone in the office seemed to know him. He saw a man in his early thirties sitting in his cubicle, he had frowns over his face. Daniel had seen him in the crowd but he wasn't there because he knew him, he had just been standing there from the start and got rushed into the crowd.  Daniel approached him after his meeting with Rose. He smiled towards Daniel and Daniel returned the s
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The lilac suit💜

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 Rose's point of view I was headed to a day, That ought to be just the same. The filings and paperwork, Which others might call lame. Today I was excited, To start a project I longed! I saw someone new there, Walking to the office I belonged. Yes, he did look good. Justifying the girls' stare. But he did look flustered, That, he had to bear. I did not mind much, But I heard someone say, He was the billionaire's son! Oh, it was going to be an interesting day! Soon he was crowded, Like bees on a hive. Oh if I were there, I'm sure I wouldn't be alive! Oh he must be a prat, An arrogant one for sure. The son of his father, This arrogance had no cure. I noticed the girls, Around him, they buzzed. The guys were influenced too, Oh how much they fussed! "Just another rich guy With no talent", I thought. Walking up to my cabin, Rushing through the lot. Soon there I sat, With him, I talked. We joked about my lilac suit, He was better than I thought! ---Ishita💜--- Ro
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Daniel Richards✨

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 He was an early bird, Who was awake at dawn. Admiring the beauty- Relinquishing what he had drawn. The son of his father- Who wanted to be more. He wanted to sing, But they'd make him roar. He loved to travel, Adored the wanderlust. He had a true heart- Which one might easily trust. Too good for himself, He had a heart very kind. That made him special, Made him one of a kind! He was an old soul- Had a young heart. A face to remember, He looked like art. He had quite a charisma, His ruffled messy black hair. Which attracted many girls- But none about whom he cared. A hopeless in love, Waiting for his 'The One. He wasn't very patient, But for 'Her' so had he learnt! --Ishita💜-- The early bird had woken at dawn. He loved to paint the mesmerising sunrise, he had always enjoyed doing so. It was his escape from the real-life into a non-existing one. He was a professional architect. He had recently signed up a contract with Cordelia Sites. Ooh, he was so excited. His lif
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Rose Whistleberry❤️

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 The petite face had awoken, When on her face fell sunlight. Oh, she looked mesmerising, She was a phantom of delight! She was twenty-two- A girl she was strong. She had to be so, For she had faced so many wrongs! She was called Rose. Pretty was her face. She was not perfect, But her flaws she embraced! She had many hopes, Those were crushed too hard. She is standing up- And trying too hard... Her promises were broken, Broken like the silence. What she thought were fairytales- Turned to be a contrivance! She was loved by all, But trusted she very few. For she had to be strong, Going through things no one knew! ---Ishita🦋--- The shining sunlight awoke the beautiful green eyes. Rose Whistleberry was just twenty-two years old, but she was smart beyond her age. She had endured things that happened just in the movies. She was always the main character in her story. And this, this is her story... She woke with a yawn and a gentle smile on her face. She was ready for another day in her munda
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