Maybe that’s why the Westmores never allowed any pets. Hard to keep them off the menu.

Determined to enshroud his enchantment.

The ink line drawing flowed the cursive journey,
created on paper canvas that brought the story to life.

Real women don't love the richest guy in the world they love the guy who can make their world the richest.

Every bloody mark had assassinated my writing along the way.

I set the timer. The silent countdown, with the not-so-silent alarm blast at the end of the twenty-minutes commenced. The ticking and tocking started its merciless countdown.