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Kiss Me Like Fireworks

"Here, here...I got you little squirrel." Evelyn peeked up, before she could look propely, she was higher above the ground. A tall figure had picked her up, while she continued sobbing, her knees were hurting. It was cold outside, but his arms were warm. Rubbing her eyes she looked at him reluctantly. Wow...Is he the prince of this palace? No wonder he is! there was no other way he would be so handsome. "Did someone hurt you?" the little squirrel shook her head. "Are you lost?" he asked gently caressing the back of her head, Oh! Even his voice was tender, but then Evelyn remembered that she was lost, and tears swelled up once again, "Grandpa, grandma" “Now...now, I will take you to them. Stop crying. Pretty girls don't cry.” “Did the prince just call me pretty?” He looked at her bruised knees, ugh! they were ugly, will the prince hate her now? But instead he wiped her tears tenderly “I will fix it with a magic and the pain will vanish right away." A gentle kiss was planted on her knuckles. Where did the pain go? Evelyn wondered There were fireworks in the sky. Did the prince really do magic? Mignos may be a small town today; however, Magnolia in the past was a powerful empire, the world today doesn't belong to the Kings, the modern world belongs to the people; run by technology, money and power. Anastasio Faunoa, CEO of the Faunoa Corporation, the heir apparent of the Faunoa family. He took over as the CEO just at the age of 23 years of age. The House of Faunoa, was once a powerful dukedom under the Magnolia Empire. Gifted with otherworldly good looks, and a cold, heartless personality, Anastasio sat perfect with the CEO personality from a light novel. He went around with the nickname, the "Tyrant Trader" Evelyn Betrice, a sweet, beautiful, high school student, who runs a cozy bakery cum cafe at the small market at Mignos. A dreamer by nature, Evelyn loved to read fantasies. As their fates intertwine, will the Tyrant Trader and the Cute baker find a happy ending?

Bohobae · Urban
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161 Chs

Charmed

Susan was listening to a drab conversation about the latest trend of dresses this spring from Mrs.Tristian's niece, she had missed out on most part and simply nodded in agreement with her sweetest smile. It was an usual drill at such parties except for the fact that, this time her parents darting gazes were not penetrating her self esteem.

A strange excitement soared up among the guets at the party all so sudden.

Susan's eyes wandered towards the entrance where the exquisite Pagani rolled over the gates of the Tristan's estate. Everyone turned around and all gazes stopped in rapt enchantment, the valet hurriedly opened the door. From inside the car stepped out the most elegant lady Irene de Faunoa, and she was accompanied by another woman around her age, Susan had seen her in the pictures from the foundation day ball Patricia Betrice in Susan's eyes seemed to be a kind and gentle lady.