Ma Petite Papillion

Ma Petite Papillion

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The scene is set in the 1940's. Amelia and Robin, one of the most adorable couples. Robin is sent to work in construction in the war and after two years Amelia stops receiving letters from him. Is Robin dead? Will she ever see him again? What will she do in the mean time? I wrote this romantic story for my history project at school. We had to make a project based off of World War II, so I chose to write a story and break my teacher's heart with my awesome writing skills :) I may come back and edit this the way I want to. I could have wrote more specific details, but I had a time limit. I had a week to brainstorm, come up with a plot, research and write this story :P THANKS TO MY MOM WHO HELPED ME COME UP WITH WORDS WHEN BRAIN COULDN'T WORD!!! <3 All fictional characters belong to me. (Also to save you some trouble... "Ma Petite Papillion" means "My Little Butterfly". My Papa calls me that <3)
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Amelia was working in her dream job. Good job, good pay, and good boss! Then, something changes and life takes an unexpected turn. Welcome to the unpredictable journey of Amelia. Preview ******** "Don't provoke me Amy" He groaned, his eyes darting towards my lips. "ugh? Wha? - what did I do now?" I almost crocked as I wet my lips again. "This" He swooped down to capture my lips. It was not a gentle kiss. It was hard and passionate and I couldn't do anything but be melted. My core throbbed as my hands went around his neck to clench his hair. His heat engulfed me and just when I thought my knees will give away, suddenly everything went cold. "Wha-t huh?" A moment before we couldn't have enough of each other and now, he was standing away, near his huge window, staring at me. "Please leave Ms. Wilson" his voice was tart. I couldn't believe we were back to the last name basis. "How dare you?" I was furious. "Tone, Ms. Wilson" His lips were a thin line. "Then behave, Mr. Holden" I straightened my dress and hair and turned on my heel. *************************************************************************** Greetings, Thank you for giving this book a chance :) Please read, comment and hit the Star :) --Cover pic credit to squammie.wordpress.com/

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