There was trouble. Tom was at the heart of everything. When it involved the police, things did start to spiral out of control. You don't need to know everything. You only need to know enough.
There was trouble. Tom was at the heart of everything. When it involved the police, things did start to spiral out of control. You don't need to know everything. You only need to know enough.
Tom wore a long face and trudged on. His trousers had faded and clothed with dust. Reaching the threshold, he inserted the key into the lock and embraced his house. He hissed and slammed the door behind him, for the evening was the worst day of his life. He was made to work late again even though it was Christmas Eve. But now, at last, the hammer had fallen on him! As soon as he was indoors, Tom sank into his favorite chair. After a time, he sat up and drew his rickety table. The little man lit up the poorly decorated room and his face looked pale in the lamplight.
He took the letter out of his pocket. He lowered his bifocals and glanced dispassionately above them at the letter and a deep melancholy settled over his spirit. Tom had been relieved of his job and it was a bitter pill to swallow. "WHY ME!" he banged the table.
Tom had just disposed of the letter when he heard a faint knock on the door. "Who's there?"
"It's I, Priscilla," her voice was as soft as the morning breeze.
Tom masked his anger with a smile and opened the door. He said a friendly good evening to her. "I am sure you came to inquire why I did not attend the service. My employer asked me to work extra hours..."
"Oh, I understand," the lady smiled as Tom led her into his humble home. Priscilla sat on a chair with her back to the wall. She placed her hands on her thighs and glanced at the little man. "God told me that you have lost your job. But He will use this setback to turn your life around."
A ray of hope flushed over Tom's suntanned face as he sat up and muttered, "Amen!"
She closed her eyes facing heaven. Priscilla brought her hands together, making recitations as if she was praying. Then she stopped and turned to Tom. "The company downsized to reduced cost..."
"Yes," Tom was surprised as he nodded almost a million times.
"Hold on," the prophetess said. "Would you be interested in hearing a secret that will make you rich?"
"Yes, oh yes!" the little man answered. He straightened his chin and looked at her face.
"You have an eighteen carat diamond ring you inherited from your father. It's wrapped up in a handkerchief in the right-hand corner of the third drawer. God said you are to get it and give it to me!"
Tom gasped and beat his chest. "Ah, my heirloom? I have never told anyone about it. How did you know I have it under my roof?"
Priscilla laughed, "God told me just now. Do as He had said and He will make you rich!"
The little man chewed his lower lips as he imagined that he will be able to live in luxury for the rest of his life! Then he sat back and scratched his head. She was right about the diamond in the drawer, he thought. As if he was under a spell, he rose to his feet and moved to the corner, and then returned to the table with the heirloom. Priscilla grabbed it and placed it in her pocket. "I like people who obey God," she smiled and gave him a hug. "If you need another hug just ask," she heaved. "Follow me!"
"Where are we going?" Tom yawned and shifted his weight to one leg.
She rubbed her hands gleefully together. "I want to introduce you to a friend. If you have a little money, he knows how to multiply it many times over!"
Tom dreamed of the money. "Thank you. I will be forever grateful, Priscilla." But just as the words were too exciting for Tom to bear, Priscilla held his hand and then they were received by the outside world.
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Five years of devotion ended when Brynn was left at the altar, watching Richard rush to his true love. Knowing she could never thaw his cold heart, Brynn walked away, ready to start over. After a night of drinking, she woke beside the last man she should ever cross-Nolan, her brother's arch-enemy. As she tried to escape, he caught her, murmuring, "You kissed me all night. Leaving isn't an option." The world saw Nolan as cold and distant, but with Brynn, he indulged her every desire. He even bought her a whole village and held her close, his voice low, deep, and endlessly tempting, his robe falling open to reveal his toned abs. "Want to feel it?"
Gabriela learned her boyfriend had been two-timing her and writing her off as a brainless bimbo, so she drowned her heartache in reckless adventure. One sultry blackout night she tumbled into bed with a stranger, then slunk away at dawn, convinced she'd succumbed to a notorious playboy. She prayed she'd never see him again. Yet the man beneath those sheets was actually Wesley, the decisive, ice-cool, unshakeable CEO who signed her paychecks. Assuming her heart was elsewhere, Wesley returned to the office cloaked in calm, but every polite smile masked a dark surge of possessive jealousy.
Nadine reunited with her family, convinced she'd been discarded, rage simmering-only to find collapse: her mother unstable, her father poisoned; a pianist brother trapped in a sham marriage, a detective brother framed and jailed, the youngest dragged into a gang. While the fake daughter mocked and colluded, Nadine moved in secret-healing her mother, curing her father, ending the union, clearing charges, and lifting the youngest to leader. Rumors said she rode coattails, unworthy of Rhys, the unmatched magnate. Few knew she was a renowned healer, legendary assassin, mysterious tycoon... Rhys knelt. "Marry me! The entire empire is yours for the taking!"
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