Month: November 2025
Anne was frying meatballs when the doorbell rang. She slipped out of the kitchen to answer.
30September I woke up to the usual clatter of the kitchenhalfempty mugs, crumpled wrappers, a pile of
3November2025 Diary I dropped an elderly gentleman off at the little village of Ashford on my way home.
“Your son isnt our grandson any more,” my motherinlaw announced before she hung up. “
¿Y tú pensabas que iba a esperarte diez años? Aitana se rió a la cara de Carlos. ¿Todo ese tiempo?
Hey, du glaubst nicht, was mir heute im UniCafé in Berlin passiert ist. Also, unser Freund Max Becker
Victor slammed his bag shut and stared at Emily, his voice cracking like a whip. Stay out of my way!
Come on, get moving and make a good impression on the guests, the groom urged as his relatives arrived
No puedo dejar a mi primer hijo, le dije a Pablo, mientras él seguía clavado en el móvil en el sofá.
David handed me an envelope at the front door, his voice low. I did a DNA test. She isnt my daughter, he said.