Valoel

She lives a simple life. His is as tangled as a piece of thread. She is full of joy and bliss. He is burning with hate and blood lust. 
But somehow, they need each other.
And he would stop at nothing to make sure she is his.
In a world of where you feel cold, you gotta stay gold.
The pains of a past life and the bewilderment of the future, can these two souls become one?

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Rich guy, Poor girl

Alora woke up and checked the time. She then, dashed into the bathroom and dashed out. She was going to teach English in a Language University as commanded by the members of her school board.

She didn't know what to wear since she was going to teach a class of thirty students. She picked out a blue wool blazer jacket, a pair of jeans and a white shirt.

She took a pair of dangly sapphire blue earrings and a yellow gold necklace.She carried her bag, dropoed her phone, purse, makeup kit and house keys in it and ran downstairs.

"Alora, you're up early." Charles poured some coffee into a cup. "Cream or sugar or both?"

"Morning. Cinnamon powder and chocolate syrup." She attempted styling her hair but had no time to perfect it.

"How decisive." He handed her the cup of coffee and ran upstairs. He soon returned with a black Alice band. He neatly placed it on her head. "You look beautiful."

She walked outside and took a cab to the huge university. When she reached her destination, she stepped out of the cab and proceeded to enter the building.

The uniformed students complimented her and those who couldn't, envied her. She walked up to a brown haired guy an tapped him on the shoulder.

He was surprised that such an elegant beauty would walk up to him.

"Excuse me, do you know where the headmaster's office is?" Her accent gave her away; she wasn't French.

"I'm Len Grant." He gave her a sad look. "I was told to wait out here. The headmaster is really busy."

"I see." She sat on a bench beside Len and asked, "Are you Scottish? The accent sounds familiar."

"What language are you teaching?" She couldn't help but wonder.

Soon after, they were called into the office and were given the task of creating the student's lessons and fitting them into the curriculum.

They had both been given an office to work in and while she was drowned in thoughts, Len came into her office.

"Why don't we look around?" He gave her a cinnamon roll. "It won't hurt."

Lennox Grant