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In Love with the preacher

Vanessa Jordan, who had faced every horrible thing the universe could throw at her. From being chased by a perverted stalker, to losing a job she finally got for something she didn't do. And as if that wasn't enough, she found out a horrifying secret about her long-time boyfriend. Losing her parents at a very young age had made her given up on God, to her he didn't exist, and if he did he just didn't care about her. And now she's giving up on love too. But everything changes when she meets THE PREACHER... A man who had also had his fair share of sorrows and pains from the past, together with his lovely daughter, they will teach Vanessa what it means to trust once again, and most importantly, how to love again. But the question remains, can Vanessa who hates God more than anything learn to love a preacher... Excerpt In the next minute, Vanessa found herself tumbling into the well. "Miss, MISS! Are you okay??" The all too familiar voice called out to her, striking panic through her whole body. Why did he always ask her that question? Why was she not always okay when he saw her? He always met her at her lowest point. And this is the lowest of the lowest. "YES!! I MEAN NO. NO I'm not okay... Don't come any closer." She shouted at the top of her lungs. "Don't worry miss, I'll get you out of there..." He assured. "NO!!!" She screamed. "Don't look into the well please." "Lady what are you saying? I'll get you out of there! Or do you want to drown in a well??" He said almost angrily. "NO. Please don't_ I'm... I'm naked." She said out loud. "I'm completely naked, I'm not wearing anything, my towel got caught up as I fell, now I am bollock naked so don't come any closer." PS. The Preacher doesn't come into full view until chapter 27... So hold on to your phones and tabs, cause it's gonna be a crazy read.

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46. D-Day 2: sexy food...

Vanessa and Jenny had never been into Nathan's and Em's home before. Mostly they just say hi whenever they passed by the place. So entering the house was like an excursion.

It was a modest home, it had a patio outside., the insides were nicely decorated, with flower-patterned wallpapers pasted on the walls. The furniture looked old school but. in a nice and comfortable way. The kitchen was no different from Margaret's, only it was filled with utensils ten times the amount of Margaret's.

"what's that smell., Vanessa thought as she stepped into the house... " it smelt so familiar... she'd know that smell even in her dreams. It was the smell of Pasta, and not just any kind, it was the smell of 'LA PASTA EMILIANA'. There was no way in the world she would forget that sweet sweet smell of garlic blended with onion, with a little ginger to it, and a hint of dried chili and something more that she just couldn't ever figure out.