Munchkin_2

Have you ever wondered about unpredictable life? 
One minute everything is so good and then suddenly the next minute everything just turns around… 

Anya Owen faced such times thrice in her life due to one person. Twice she survived and started leading a happy life with her darling son. 

But could she survive the jeopardy he was going to cause again in her life? 

Alvin Matthews, the most mysterious man in the city. Nobody knows where he is, what is up to, or what he does. Some even doubt if he is alive or dead. 

Could he stop himself from falling for the little feisty woman? 

Well, he never stops himself. But he doubted if he would get killed by the stone-hearted woman before he could soften her heart. 

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Excerpt: 

Alvin watched Anya politely speaking with the butler. He leaned back on the armchair and crossed his legs, intently watching the soft smiles appearing on the delicate face.

“Hey, Little Chipmunk, why is your mother good to all but me?” He asked shifting his eyes on the little man who was crossing his little legs playing a video game on his mobile.

A sly smirk appeared on Zane’s face. He carelessly threw his words, “That’s what you deserve, Chipmunk Monster.”
 
Alvin: “...”

Alvin has to rack his brain to appease Little Monster... Correction, Little Master and his Devil… The second Correction, his Queen.

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This is an original story.

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His Devious Rule

The sun shone in the sky. The garden around the house was lit with the beautiful colors of flowers. The butterflies were flying from one blossom to another for nectar.

Zane was reading a book, sitting under the shade of a gazebo while Anya was lying on the lounge, with a heartwarming smile.

A little girl came running to the main door of the house, wearing a white chef cap that fit her little head perfectly and an apron that tied on her pretty dress. Her hair was in a beautiful hairdo and delicate clips adorned her raven hair.

Her cognac eyes twinkled when her gaze fell on the two who were in the gazebo, "Lunch is ready." Her adorable smile carried dimples that could melt anyone easily.

While the smile widened on Anya's face, Zane's lips twitched uncontrollably. "Momma, I am not hungry." His words were more like a displeased complaint, reluctant to have lunch.

Drifting Them Apart