There are a lot of things I wish I knew about death before it hit me. Like how the pain you felt right before just suddenly fades away. Or how you really do get this sense of peace and understanding when you go.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Loleeta: the tip of
the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
lita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for
grandfathers had sold wine, jewels and silk, respectively. At thirty he married an Eng
informed, simple, noblewinged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial
lish girl, daughter of Jerome Dunn, the alpinist, and granddaughter of two Dorset par
a fancy prose style.
blue picturepostcards. He owned a luxurious hotel on the Riviera. His father and two
Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in
racial genes: a Swiss citizen, of mixed French and Austrian descent, with a dash of
my arms she was always Lolita.
girlchild. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lo
Lo. Lee. Ta.
the Danube in his veins. I am going to pass around in a minute some lovely, glossy
Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the mis
I was born in 90, in Paris. My father was a gentle, easygoing person, a salad of
sons, experts in obscure subjects paleopedology and Aeolian harps, respectively. My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three,
had lightheartedly taken advantage of it one rainy day and forgotten it by the time
infinitelysoftpartings,inPichon'ssumptuousLe Beauté Humaine that that I had
in his delightful debonair manner, my father gave me all the information he thought
whenever I overheard the servants discuss his various ladyfriends, beautiful and kind
the hollows and dells of memory, over which, if you can still stand my style (I am
a waxen complexion. She wrote poetry. She was poetically superstitious. She said she
suddenly entered and traversed by the rambler, at the bottom of a hill, in the summer
me out boating and biking, taught me to swim and dive and waterski, read to me
redolent remnants of day suspended, with the midges, about some hedge in bloom or
ets and fives,andgotexcellentmarks,andwasonperfecttermswithschoolmatesand
and, save for a pocket of warmth in the darkest past, nothing of her subsists within
traveler in perfumes, spent most of his time in America, where eventually he founded
teachers alike. TheonlydefinitesexualeventsthatI canrememberashavingoccurred
tentate, everybody liked me, everybody petted me. Elderly American ladies leaning
Don Quixote and Les Misérables, and I adored and respected him and felt glad for him
neglected, served in my immediate family as a kind of unpaid governess and house
gidity of some of her rules. Perhaps she wanted to make of me, in the fullness of
could not pay my father, bought me expensive bonbons. He, mon cher petit papa, took
den of the school with an American kid, the son of a then celebrated motionpicture
the weather cleared. I was extremely fond of her, despite the rigidity the fatal ri
knew she would die soon after my sixteenth birthday, and did. Her husband, a great
time, a better widower than my father. Aunt Sybil had pinkrimmed azure eyes and
on their canes listed towards me like towers of Pisa. Ruined Russian princesses who
I attended an English day school a few miles from home, and there I played rack
Mirana revolved as a kind of private universe, a whitewashed cosmos within the blue
greater one that blazed outside. From the aproned potscrubber to the flanneledpo
keeper. Somebody told me later that she had been in love with my father, and that he
writing under observation), the sun of my infancy had set: surely, you all know those
reactions on the part of my organism to certain photographs, pearl and umbra, with
filchedfromunderamountainofmarblebound Graphics in the hotel library. Later,
My mother's elder sister, Sybil, whom a cousin of my father's had married and then
beings who made much of me and cooed and shed precious tears over my cheerful
ange trees, friendly dogs, sea vistas and smiling faces. Around me the splendid Hotel
motherlessness.
a firmandacquiredabitofrealestate.
before my thirteenth birthday (that is, before I firstsawmylittleAnnabel)were:asol
emn, decorous and purely theoretical talk about pubertal surprises in the rose gar
dusk; a furry warmth, golden midges.
I grew, a happy, healthy child in a bright would of illustrated books, clean sand, or
actress whom he seldom saw in the threedimensional world; and some interesting
I needed about sex; this was just before sending me, in the autumn of 923, to a lycée in Lyon (where we were to spend three winters); but alas, in the summer of that year,
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Annabel was, like the writer, of mixed parentage: halfEnglish, halfDutch, in her case.
I remember her features far less distinctly today than I did a few years ago, before
plain to, nobody to consult.
he was touring Italy with Mme de R. and her daughter, and I had nobody to com
I knew Lolita.
There are a lot of things I wish I knew about death before it hit me. Like how the pain you felt right before just suddenly fades away. Or how you really do get this sense of peace and understanding when you go.
When they met again, Jason cast aside his paranoia and pride, warmly embracing Chelsey. "Please, come back to me?" For three years, she had been his secretary by day and his companion by night. Chelsey had always complied with his requests, like an obedient pet. However, when Jason declared his plans to marry another, she chose to stop loving him and to let go. But life took unexpected turns. His unyielding pursuit, her pregnancy, and her mother's greed gradually pushed her to the brink. Eventually, she endured tremendous suffering. Five years later, when she returned, she was no longer the woman she once was. Yet he had spiraled into five years of chaos.
Traversing back to the ancient Prime Martial World from modern age, Austin finds himself in a younger body as he wakes up. Yet, the young man he possesses was a miserable dimwit, what a bummer! But it doesn’t matter as his mind is sound and clear. Possessing this younger and stronger body, he will fight his way to become the God of martial arts, and rule the whole Martial World!
Sophia Drake braced herself for the worst when she was forced to move across the country in the middle of her junior year. Desperate to escape her shattered home as soon as she turns eighteen, her plans are disrupted by the enigmatic and captivating Ashford twins. Sophia can't fathom the intense attraction she feels for the twins and tries to avoid them at every turn. As she's thrust into an unfamiliar world, her past demons resurface, making her question her true identity. Will Sophia flee from her past's secrets, or will she embrace her destiny and take control of her future?
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
"Let's get divorced, she's back." On their second wedding anniversary, Adrian asked Eva for a divorce. "I can live well without you." Eva found out she was pregnant and decided to raise the child alone. Feeling like he must have been crazy, Adrian couldn't stop missing Eva every day after the divorce. He searched all over the world until one day he saw the woman he had been searching for walking happily with a child. "Whose child is this?" Adrian was shocked.
Broken, damaged beyond repair; that's how Katherine Isobelle would describe her marriage with Nikolai. She shouldn't have married a man who was still in the process of moving on from his first love. What's done is done. The wife returns with the divorce papers, ready to walk away from that chapter of her life, but as soon as Nikolai discovers their child's existence, he is prepared to step up and stop her from leaving.