Once again, I own nothing.
Ok, in the last chapter, Satine was going to London, and Christian and Chocolat,
were going to Germany to find Cirila.
OH BRACE YOURSELF, THIS IS LONG!
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Satine had bored the non-stop train to London, which was a good thing,
that was the duke couldn't get on.
Satine sat at an empty chair.
She was exhausted, and felt sick to her stomache. The good thing was she would
be home to her mama, as she liked to call her mom, and her father, she'd never called
him Dad, or papa, nothing ever but father, she disliked him, ever since she
declined to marrying a rich stuffy lawyer.
He had shunned her, and she didn't have a problem with it.
To purpoisly get him angry, she would hang out with lousey boys,
the kind that wanted one-night-stands. She only did that because of him.
She would have much rather been hanging around with people like Christian.
Then it hit her.
The duke had a mansion in Germany, "Oh shit!" she blurted out.
In the next seat beside her, and little child screamed "That woman swore!"
"I'm sorry," she said to the child.
Satine felt awful, she had led Christian straight to the duke.
Silently crying herself to sleep, Satine slept for four hours.
"Next stop, London, England!" a trainworker shouted!
Satine was still fast asleep.
"Miss! Miss!" shouted the little girl, shaking Satine.
The girl was quite cute, she was about the age of 4, she had curly brown
hair with big blue eyes.
Satine snapped out of her dream.
"Thank you." Satine thanked the girl. "Where is your mommy?" she asked the girl.
"She died four years ago, I lived with my dad, then he told me that I was worthless
so he shoved me out of our house, because I got mad at him and kicked hi in the leg."
"Oh," Satine felt awful, "Well, why don't you come home with me for a little?"
she asked the girl.
"What's your name?" she asked her.
"My name is Juillette . I'd absoultley LOVE to come home with you! I think your
really pretty." Satine blushed, she'd only known the girl about five minutes,
but she already loved her, she talked alot, like Satine.
"Come one, let's go to your new home."
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Christian and Chocolat had travelled for a day, but they were finally in Germany.
"Where was she last?" Christian asked.
"Right here." Chocolat answered.
"No, where was she living?" he asked again.
"At the house we bought." He answered.
"Then we will go there."
The headed for the house, when a voice came out of the crowd of people.
"Thomas? Is that you?" It was Cicila.
"Holy hell! It's you!" he said grabbing her, and lifting her up.
"Sorry to ruin the moment, but your real name is Thomas?" Christian asked.
"Yes."
"Well, that was short. Our journey in Germany is over."
"Come on!" "We are going to London!" she yelled.
They got on board a non-stop train to london.
In the next three days, they were there.
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Satine opened the door to her old home.
A flood of memories came back.
"Satine? Oh My! Your home!" Said Satine's Sister, Belle, she looked liked Satine, she had strawberyy
blonde hair, dark green eyes, and was a little shorter than Satine.
She ran over and gave her a guy, she was wearing [peach colored dress on, with her hair pinned up
with silver flower hair pins.
"Miss! Miss!" said Juilette tugging on Satine's dress, "Who's this?" she whispered.
"This is my sister."
"Hi!" said Juliette brightly.
"Is this your child?" She asked Satine with a grin.
"No, but I am expecting." she smiled widley.
"Juliette, go into the family room, its just beyond that door. There should be a puzzle there somewhere."
"Where's Mom and Father?" Satine asked.
"Well, mom's just upstairs, but Dad is dead." she said softly.
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Oh my! It was soo good, untill the dad died.
Oh, but in the next chapter, her mother is furious, and Satine is determined to find out why.
I own nothing.
Ok, in the last chapter, Satine was going to London, and Christian and Chocolat,
were going to Germany to find Cirila.
OH BRACE YOURSELF, THIS IS LONG!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Satine had bored the non-stop train to London, which was a good thing,
that was the duke couldn't get on.
Satine sat at an empty chair.
She was exhausted, and felt sick to her stomache. The good thing was she would
be home to her mama, as she liked to call her mom, and her father, she'd never called
him Dad, or papa, nothing ever but father, she disliked him, ever since she
declined to marrying a rich stuffy lawyer.
He had shunned her, and she didn't have a problem with it.
To purpoisly get him angry, she would hang out with lousey boys,
the kind that wanted one-night-stands. She only did that because of him.
She would have much rather been hanging around with people like Christian.
Then it hit her.
The duke had a mansion in Germany, "Oh shit!" she blurted out.
In the next seat beside her, and little child screamed "That woman swore!"
"I'm sorry," she said to the child.
Satine felt awful, she had led Christian straight to the duke.
Silently crying herself to sleep, Satine slept for four hours.
"Next stop, London, England!" a trainworker shouted!
Satine was still fast asleep.
"Miss! Miss!" shouted the little girl, shaking Satine.
The girl was quite cute, she was about the age of 4, she had curly brown
hair with big blue eyes.
Satine snapped out of her dream.
"Thank you." Satine thanked the girl. "Where is your mommy?" she asked the girl.
"She died four years ago, I lived with my dad, then he told me that I was worthless
so he shoved me out of our house, because I got mad at him and kicked hi in the leg."
"Oh," Satine felt awful, "Well, why don't you come home with me for a little?"
she asked the girl.
"What's your name?" she asked her.
"My name is Juillette . I'd absoultley LOVE to come home with you! I think your
really pretty." Satine blushed, she'd only known the girl about five minutes,
but she already loved her, she talked alot, like Satine.
"Come one, let's go to your new home."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Christian and Chocolat had travelled for a day, but they were finally in Germany.
"Where was she last?" Christian asked.
"Right here." Chocolat answered.
"No, where was she living?" he asked again.
"At the house we bought." He answered.
"Then we will go there."
The headed for the house, when a voice came out of the crowd of people.
"Thomas? Is that you?" It was Cicila.
"Holy hell! It's you!" he said grabbing her, and lifting her up.
"Sorry to ruin the moment, but your real name is Thomas?" Christian asked.
"Yes."
"Well, that was short. Our journey in Germany is over."
"Come on!" "We are going to London!" she yelled.
They got on board a non-stop train to london.
In the next three days, they were there.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Satine opened the door to her old home.
A flood of memories came back.
"Satine? Oh My! Your home!" Said Satine's Sister, Belle, she looked liked Satine, she had strawberyy
blonde hair, dark green eyes, and was a little shorter than Satine.
She ran over and gave her a guy, she was wearing [peach colored dress on, with her hair pinned up
with silver flower hair pins.
"Miss! Miss!" said Juilette tugging on Satine's dress, "Who's this?" she whispered.
"This is my sister."
"Hi!" said Juliette brightly.
"Is this your child?" She asked Satine with a grin.
"No, but I am expecting." she smiled widley.
"Juliette, go into the family room, its just beyond that door. There should be a puzzle there somewhere."
"Where's Mom and Father?" Satine asked.
"Well, mom's just upstairs, but Dad is dead." she said softly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh my! It was soo good, untill the dad died.
Oh, but in the next chapter, her mother is furious, and Satine is determined to find out why.
I own nothing.