"Here you go." He said, putting the plates in front of me. He gave me a fork and knife, along with butter and a small bowl filled with syrup. I looked at him, and raised an eyebrow. "If I die of food poisoning, I'll make sure my family sues you." I said, seriously. He smirked. "Touché." _________________________________ Arranged marriages are messed up. Many people think so. So it's bad when a person who agrees to agree that arranged marriages are wrong, suddenly finds out that she is in one. Really bad. Especially for me. I hate arranged marriages. But if life is a pain, you got to expect something, right? Well, I thought I've already had my stuff from Sherlock. But reality isn't like that. Instead, the weight put on my shoulders was unacceptable. I am supposed to be legally bound to a big-headed, careless, man-whore, billionaire, by the name of Daniel Stevens. I, Samantha Chris, am in an arranged marriage. _________________________________ Copyright © 2014 TheInfiniteImaginer

Migrano lievi le mie inquietudini, avvolte dal profumo nell'aria di malvarosa, rimane sul mio corpo solo un abbraccio del vento.... mentre guardo un cielo fisso, coagulato, denso come la vita, ora la pioggia cade e si dissolve come un impalpabile carezza dell'anima sulla terra, in questa notte di primavera che è culla di promesse e di brucianti passioni, resto in attesa del successivo nascere del giorno.