28 words read It was another Friday and Magdalene realised her hatred for Fridays had not downed in the least bit. It was not as though she particularly liked other days of the week, as a matter of fact, it could b...
She didn't recognise her fairy tale. He didn't look like him. The lines on his face did not stand straight, chiseled like anything described in the pages of Mills and Boons. His skin was not glossy d...