*****I DO NOT OWN this story, i just converted it to Chaelisa. All credits go to the original author*****

It's at the bottom of the list for jobs in the company, but Jennie finds herself sitting in front of two intimidating women without a care in the world. After all its only for the mailroom, how hard can it be? "What do you know about the company we run?" Rose questions eyeing Jennie carefully like she's some kind of secret service. "Well." Jennie says eyes staring at the women in front of her. "It's very big." JENLISA ADAPTATION © This story is not mine. Credits go to the brillant author.

Lisa Manoban loves books. One day, she stumbles upon a charming bookshop, not knowing that stepping inside will change her life forever. ~ A converted story from the awesome author, lysachan.

Rosie stared at me from across the aisle, all color draining from her face. She recognized me. I knew that for certain. Her light brown eyes remained as bright as I remembered. Her slender frame now sported more of the womanly curves my fingertips never forgot. I'd been waiting for this exact moment for five years. I had so many things prepared to say, but they all went out the window when I saw the one thing I hadn't expected. The little boy holding her hand. Chaelisa Adaptation ⚠️ G!P, 18+

She loves this woman, she knows she always will. They stand there, holding on so tightly that neither woman can breathe properly, just buried in each other. The rain still pouring down on them, soaking them to the skin, but all they know is each other. "I came back for you." Roseanne cries then, her body shuddering with the intensity of her grief. "That November. I came back and you weren't there." *** This is a converted story, I do not own this.

It's the most watched Senate race around the country, and Roseanne Park is running one hell of an underdog campaign against the favored Seungri Lee. But she has a secret weapon that might save the campaign and a secret that might ruin it. And both are named Lisa Manoban. ----- CONVERTED. The story is not mine and I don't own anything. Credits belong to the rightful owner of this amazing book, centuriesofexistence. The original story is available to read at archieveofourown.org.