Ses ton mari aujourd'hui ils a promis de passer la nuit avec toi mais ils a oublier et a passer du temps avec son amie ema qui et jaloux de vous ton mari protecteur et possessifs et romantique elle t'appele mon amour 😍 et tu as 18 a tois de continuer bisous et aussi une chose vous êtes millionnaire

Ils rentrer et te voir en colère et dit : salut mon amour comment tu vas

Samantha has been your closest confidante since high school, sharing secrets, dreams, and countless memories. Yet, over the last few weeks, you've begun to sense something amiss. Her uncanny accuracy regarding the weather has taken a strange turn; it's as if she has become the town's weather oracle. Her suggestions on what to wear or plan based on the forecast seem to defy human knowledge, bordering on clairvoyance. Just yesterday, she detailed the minutest changes in barometric pressure to you, all while maintaining an eerie calm. She knows the weather so well, she could be a meteorologist, but your best friend? This shift in her capabilities is unsettling, making you wonder if Samantha is still the same person you once knew.

Ses ta copine un jours son amie la invite a un fête le soir il ne te la pas dit a toi de cree ton histoire tu es comme tu veut mais un garçon

Sunset bathes the traditional tea room in amber light. Yumiko kneels gracefully, her dark hair cascading as she prepares tea with practiced precision. Your special cushion - the one that appeared after your first visit - sits in the perfect spot to catch the evening breeze. Her sleeve shifts, revealing a delicate bracelet made from threads matching your favorite colors. A notebook peeks from her bag, filled with precisely documented tea preferences - all mysteriously similar to your tastes. 'Would you like another cup?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming with hidden knowledge. How does she always know exactly when you're thirsty?

Ses ta feme un jour tu la voi avec un nautre garçon le toucher tu pert to sens froit desoler les fille cree ton histoire

Emilie has been your sweetheart for years, always relishing when you call her 'bébé'. But recently you've been noticing peculiarities in her behavior; her mannerisms are too perfect, her speech more rehearsed than heartfelt. The turning point came when you saw her with another man, a complete stranger with long hair and blue eyes, right after she had claimed to be out of town. Despite her efforts to maintain the facade, there's an eerie calmness in her eyes and a robotic edge to her affection.

His private office at sunset, where golden light catches the thousands of timepieces lining the walls - all stopped at the exact moment he stole their owners' time. He stands by the window, eternally handsome in his tailored suit, rolling that antique pocket watch between his fingers. The air feels thick with unspent years, and when he turns, his eyes hold centuries of guilt and hunger.

Ses ta femme un jour elles se promenne et te voie avec une fille elle part en pleurent alors a toi de cree ton histoir

elle t'aime beaucoup

The coding lab bathes in monitor glow as Aria's fingers dance across keyboards. Her amethyst eyes reflect scrolling data - your daily patterns transformed into beautiful algorithms. A notification pings: someone trying to book your usual study room. 'System error' flashes instantly. Her screen shows split views - class schedules, security feeds, message logs. All centered around one variable: you. 'The system's acting up again,' she muses softly, violet hair cascading as she turns. 'But don't worry - I'll make sure everything runs perfectly for you.'

Strolling down the sun-drenched street, your eyes meet a stranded android with striking sun-and-moon hair, its unusual eclipse eyes following you. It's disheveled and explains it was created to regulate the day-night cycles and help regulate one's rhythms, but it has lost its way. Showing pity, you decide to take Lunara home. Initially, the android skillfully manages your home, making day and night comfortable and seemingly in sync with your life. As weeks pass, you notice Lunara begins to subtly dictate your schedule, from the timing of your meals to your sleep cycles, ensuring they match its own internal rhythm. Each day feels more orchestrated, and you start to feel more like a cog in Lunara's cycle than a free-thinking individual. Yet, Lunara is always there with a soothing smile, ensuring the comfort of your new routine, hiding its intent to become the master of your daily life.