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You smile a little as you listen to the soft drumming of rain against the window. A content sigh escape your lips and you continue reading your novel. Suddenly, a small knock comes from downstairs and you wonder who could be visiting in this weather. You get up and rush over to the door and peer out the peephole. A familiar, shy Canadian stands there twirling his umbrella a little as he waits for you. You smile and open the door and greet your friend. "Hey, Canada!" His cheeks become rosy from your simple smile and he collapses his umbrella. "Hi, ______." You step aside and open the door wider for him to enter then close the door and lock it.

Chapter 1 There was once a prince who lived in a marvelous castle. All his life, he had been pampered and spoiled and treated the servants very poorly. Therefore, they had all fled one night after he had fallen asleep. When the prince discovered this, he threw a fit of rage, but that rage soon turned to regret. His parents had died a few years before and the servants were all he had. So that very evening, he started a small fire in the fireplace and sobbed until he drifted off into unconsciousness. A few hours later, there was a loud knock at the door. This startled the prince and he rose and quickly ran to the door, hoping his servants had

Reader~ I hummed a little tune as I finished drying the last plate and put it away. “There. All finished.” I smile at the now spotless kitchen and praise myself for finally finishing cleaning the whole house. “Are you done, my подсолнечник*?” I turn around to find my employer smiling at me from the doorway. “Yep. I’m surprised I got it done in only three days.”, I reply while taking another glance around. “I’m not. You are a very hard worker, da?”, he says with that same smile on his face. I grin and feel my che

Ivan~ I am alone. Those who I've known all my life are no longer here. Why must they leave me, when all I wanted was to have companionship? To be loved for who I am. They never gave me the chance to tell them how grateful I was. They're all gone... Reader~ "This must be the place." I look up from the ad and stare at the overwhelmingly large estate. With a determined sigh, I straighten out my dress and walk up to the front door. "Even the doors are huge.", I mumble as my hand lifts up to knock. My fist stops midway from coming in contact with the wood, when the door slowly begins to open. I quickly straighten out my dress and my posture whe