<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179</id><updated>2012-02-18T11:40:35.119-08:00</updated><category term='♥'/><category term='MyazinhaH♥'/><title type='text'>Amor Ingênuo♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-2463186688997174976</id><published>2012-01-02T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T16:33:28.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny Jordan ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;O que é ser autora? Ser autora é mais do que publicar um livro, mas do que vê-lo em uma livraria, ser autora é escrever com coração e mostra o que&amp;nbsp; você quer expressar em um personagem em meio de palavras, é escrever com a alma e mostrar o amor em cada adjetivo ou pronome possessivo . é registra e deixar marca em outros seres, é mostrar cada situação como se fosse única. Penny Jordan &amp;nbsp;fez tudo isso marcou a vida de varias pessoas não só a minha. Seus livros foram inspiração para eu poder enxergar, um mundo amplo, um mundo mágico entre as folhas de cada livro uma imaginação deslumbrante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;A Penny não está mais conosco, Infelizmente dia 31/11/2011 ela se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas sua essência ficar marcada em Gerações e Gerações &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Descanse em Paz Penny Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-2463186688997174976?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2463186688997174976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=2463186688997174976&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/2463186688997174976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/2463186688997174976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2012/01/penny-jordan.html' title='Penny Jordan ♥'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-8789035139446671333</id><published>2011-11-28T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:39:10.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aviso mais importante ainda♥</title><content type='html'>Eu não sei qual era pra ser a minha reação ficar triste, ou ficar triste, poxa mas eu entendo, gente nem tem&amp;nbsp;cogitação&amp;nbsp;de eu voltar a escrever tentei fazer algo legal pra não acabar, pois eu sei que tem gente que ler o blog eu sei como que é eu escrevo já faz dois anos, parece que não mas eu conheço a maioria e foram pessoas que me deram forças para prosseguir e agora tentei deixar alguém continuar mas ninguém , Ninguém me mandou /capitulo.... tudo bem eu tentei :S Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vocês escolhem eu excluo ou deixo não terminado assim parado?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-8789035139446671333?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8789035139446671333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=8789035139446671333&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/8789035139446671333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/8789035139446671333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/11/aviso-mais-importante-ainda.html' title='Aviso mais importante ainda♥'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-2866393495092957815</id><published>2011-11-13T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:55:19.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aviso Muito Importante</title><content type='html'>A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;ndei pensando pensando, pensando e pensei muito, mas muito mesmo. Alguns devem ter percebido que eu deixei de posta por alguns problemas que eu vou Classifica-los&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;*Não paro mais no Computador(quem me tem no msn sabe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;*Toda vez que eu entrava pra postar, era só abri o site já me dava preguiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;*Fiquei com raiva pois alguns tempos que eu parei de postar ninguem me perguntou se eu estava bem(carente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;*Fiquei sem vontade de postar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;*tentei ler alguns capitulos mas não descia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;pois então eu pensei em excluir mas achei melhor não então eu tive uma ideia melhor eu pensei em doa-lo para alguém que tenha vontade de te-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Seria assim a pessoa me mandava o proximo capitulo, para esse email e a pessoa que escreve bem e deixasse interessante seria dona do Amor ingênuo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;AMO VOCÊS MAIS. A PARTIR DE HOJE APOSENTEI-ME BEIJOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;VOCÊS ESTÃO AQUI ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Falando da doação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Vai mandar um email para: Myazinha.zac@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Seu nome:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Seu interesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;E A continuação do Capitulo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;(obs não esqueça de deixar o email para receber a sua resposta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-2866393495092957815?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2866393495092957815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=2866393495092957815&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/2866393495092957815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/2866393495092957815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/11/aviso-muito-importante.html' title='Aviso Muito Importante'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-6116687712673769411</id><published>2011-08-31T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T13:35:18.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap 33♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Queria agradecer a Lary ela que fez a nova foto do blog eu Adorei&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;beijos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Za&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;c &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;acordou com sol que raiava em sua janela, parecia que tinha acabado de dormi, sua cabeça girava e tentava assimilar o sonho que teve, Oh que sonho, Vanessa estava em seus braços, eles haviam se unidos como uma só carne o sonho parecia tão real que doía, olhou ao seu lado da cama e teve uma frustração por aquilo não ter sido real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Levantou da cama meio balbuciando, e acordou para o mundo real a sua esposa estava sem memória não podia ser real, Zac foi ao banho, se banhar para tira a excitação que estava em seu corpo. Mais uma realidade mas um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Quando Zac desceu, Vanessa já havia dado banho em Emily e as duas estavam assistindo quadros infantis que atualmente estava passando na TV.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; Papai você é o primeiro acorda, olha que a formiguinha vai pegar seu pé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa riu, pois sempre quando Emily não queria acorda no outro dia para ir na creche, Vanessa falava se ela não acordasse a formiga ia pegar o pé dela e aquilo funcionava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zac olhou para o relógio e se espantou com a hora dez e meia, Vanessa sorriu discreta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;por ter deixado o marido cansado, e&amp;nbsp; seu plano está dando certo ele não lembrava de nada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Meu amor tem toda a razão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Disse dando um beijo demorado em Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A manha inteira Zac passou meio distante, logo depois foi ao trabalho, estava quase impossível mentir, Emily chamava Vanessa de “Nanay”. Vanessa até podia estar dando uma lição e Zac, mas sua filha nunca iria mentir por ela, nem ela queria algo assim talvez estivesse na hora de contar a verdade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zac sentado em sua sala, lembrando de seu sonho, não conseguia se concentra em trabalho, Tinha aquela empresa onde cuidava dos Touros de Touradas, Todos os Touros da Companhia de Zac custavam uma fortuna, e muitos eram alugados para diversas partes do mundo, Zac só os alugava e não gostavam que machucassem aqueles animais, Por isso tinha que certificar se os contratos para alugar era Tourada civilizada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sua secretaria havia entrado na sala,&amp;nbsp; com ela estava Hilary, Zac quase havia esquecido que&amp;nbsp; audiência do processo que eles tinham juntos &amp;nbsp;era para hoje.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;— Está para começar a audiência!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;— Quase tinha esquecido!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;—Era melhor eu nem ter te lembrado não é! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hilary não queria que Zac desse continuidade naquele processo, mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Zac tinha ódio daquela mulher por estragar seu casamento , Zac&amp;nbsp; não se importou em pagar milhões para ver a situação daquela mulher decaí cada vez mais. Agora ela não podia trabalhar por suas más referencia A situação daquela mulher estava cada vez mais precária. O destino fora cruel e Zac só ajudou para ser mais devastador, estavam em um processo que Zac iria ganhar e mais uma indenização, Pois quando ela trabalhava na empresa extorquia dinheiro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;— Zac, por favor, reconsidere! — Hilary já implorava por varias vezes &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;— Zac disse qual era a condição! — Zac Falou co veemência&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;— Isso nunca! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;— Então vamos ao tribunal? — Zac se levantou fez uma ligação e saiu para, ao tribunal &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa&amp;nbsp; e Emily estavam cansada de brincar, Vanessa banhou sua filha já era quatro hora da tarde fizeram uma pipoca e ficaram deitadas juntas, Ao ligar a Televisão Vanessa deparou com a noticia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;“Um Dos Toureiros mais famosos estava acompanhado em seu carro com uma mulher, diz às fontes que ela havia pegado ele em sua empresa”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;E agora o que será de Vanessa? Qual era a condição?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Obrigado por comentar:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Vanessa:&amp;nbsp; ok a Vanessa &amp;nbsp;não é má, mas é que sempre algo acontece o que a deixa mais desconfiada, beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Margarida: tadinho dele tive vontade de escrever que ela&amp;nbsp; voltou beijou, ele contou a verdade e os dois voltaram a fazer amor, mas como eu estou má não posso kkkk beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Margarida Oliveira: sim ela esta, mas ele merece um pouco de tortura kkkk beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Eternamente maldade: Agora fazer amor virou maldade kkkkk tbm te adoro beijossssssss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Edyh:&amp;nbsp; Que bom que tu gostou beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Taty: que bom que você gostou beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Anonimo: &amp;nbsp;eu demorei a postar só para torturar Vocês&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Karina: até o Zac suplicar por ela se arrastar no pés delas kkkk brinks&amp;nbsp; eu to adorando escrever assim kkkk beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Laís: Sempre o Zac no controle de tudo agora ele vai ficar sem ação&amp;nbsp; beijinhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Paula: mas ela satifez ele pelo menos kkkk beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Maryana: Que bom que você gostou beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-6116687712673769411?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6116687712673769411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=6116687712673769411&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/6116687712673769411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/6116687712673769411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/cap-33.html' title='Cap 33♥'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-3531951787875429761</id><published>2011-08-18T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:20:53.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap.32♥ Parabéns Bianca Dedicado♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Parabéns Bianca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Todo seu sem tirar sem por,&amp;nbsp; hoje é o dia especial, Capitulo pra você, que é aquela pessoa que me acompanha desde sempre, aquela pessoa que eu adoro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tudo bem que as vezes nos desentendemos de brincadeirinha, mas eu adoro o jeito que você é, é tão bom ter você&amp;nbsp; como amiga, eu não sei interpretar com palavras a felicidade que é. Pois seria inútil enche aqui com o quanto você é especial e amiga, por que nem todas as palavras o português oferecer para definir alguém tão especial como você. Espero que neste dia tudo de bom possa vir a se cumprir pra você, pois você merece&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;te adoro Parabéns&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Cap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="KO" style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Vanessa pegou as roupas que iria vestir, passou pelo o Zac de cabeça baixa e foi para o quarto de hospedes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Idiota, quão Idiota ele tinha sido, ele cometera o pior erro, deixou o sentimento falar mais forte que a razão, e agora ela tinha fugido e estava certa ele só bagunçou mais a cabeça dela, era um tolo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa agora no quarto vestia-se, mas seu pensamento estava no beijo, ela queria mais que beijo, mais que abraço queria compartilhar mais coisas juntos, ela queria compartilhar a sua cama...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Como Vanessa imaginará agora ele estava ali na sala de estar ser vindo se de uísque. Era de se imaginar conhecia o muito bem, quando Zac estava triste tomava um pouco de Uísque, e lembrou-se como acariciava os cabelos dele quando ele estava assim,&amp;nbsp; Muitas vezes ele ficava assim quando perdia uma tourada.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Quando Zac estava subindo as escadas, Vanessa se apressou para se esconder no quarto de hospedes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa ainda estava com seu plano, foi para o quarto de Zac onde estava tudo escuro, Respirou fundo, e com o tato e já com um pouco de noção onde se ficava as coisas Vanessa conseguiu chegar à cama e deitar em cima do Zac.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Zac estava pensando em Vanessa quando sentiu um peso em cima do seu corpo, automaticamente, estendeu no braço e acendeu o abajur&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Vanessa! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; O susto de vê-la ali sobre ele fora grande, mas era um prazer senti-la tão perto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Isto é um sonho e sabe que no sonho, podemos tudo! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ela sussurrou no ouvido dele e os dois deram um gargalhada deliciosa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; No sonho eu posso tudo! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Zac deixou-se levar pela meia e o clima, estava meio bêbado, Vanessa podia sentir o estado dele alterado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Os dois começaram a troca carinhos, afetos, beijos e calor humano, o clima estava ardente, ambos queriam se unir queria sentir cada momento juntos, eles começaram a se despir, deixando assim como vieram à natureza humana. Sem medo, pois eram casados.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Aqui com você parece tão real! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Respiração do Zac estava ofegante, o sonho parecia mexer com cada célula do seu corpo fazendo ela vibra no mesmo ritmo de sua amada. Estavam em outro universo onde só tinha os dois, o universo de todas as vezes que faziam amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não importava mais para o Zac se era real ou um sonho, mas só queria morrer de amor, ficar entrelaçado com aquela mulher de cabelos negros, e aquele corpo que flamejava paixão em todos os poros. Aquelas, juras de amor que estavam trocando era secreta, palavras doce em um luar maravilhoso, Não importava mais nada á ultima barreira foi tirada e agora os dois estava unidos, um só corpo uma só alma. Ambos experimentaram todas as sensações, era diferente, tinha paixão, amor, saudade entre outras coisas inexplicáveis. Ficaram tanto tempo junto que nem perceberam que o sol do outro dia ia raiar. Dane-se o tempo o importante é que os dois estavam se amando&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Morena eu te amo! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; Essas foram as ultimas palavras de Zac até ele cair exausto sobre a sua amada que o recebeu com um abraço.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Eu também te amo! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ela sussurrou acariciando o cabelo do amado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando ela percebeu que Zac havia dormido, Vanessa conseguiu desvencilhar dele, por, mas que queria ficar ali não podia, Talvez e um futuro não tão distante pudesse fazer aquela façanha todos os dias. Pegou todas as suas coisas&amp;nbsp; que a denunciava por ter passado uma noite ali, olhou minuciosamente para ver se havia cabelos na cama, só então depois saiu enrolada em uma toalha foi para o quarto de hospedes...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Obrigado por comentar:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Evelly: que bom que você gostou, bem ao meu ver, quando Zac descobrir, vai esta tão “necessitado” dela&amp;nbsp; do amor de tudo, que não vai fazer a diferença, bem não sei direito eu acho, mas vamos ver o que vai acontecer ok beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Vanessa Anne Hudgens: assim você me deixa feliz que bom que você está gostando flor, beijos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Eternamente Zanessa: Tudo de bom, felicidades neste dia te amo muito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Paula: que bom que você gostou beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Margarida Jorge: Bem, não tão boa, mas vamos combinar a noite deles foi ... &amp;nbsp;humm bom deixo a seu critério para analisar como foi... beijinhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Margarida: Eu to sumida lá quero voltar... a comentar lá, mas então falando daqui. Como pode vocês mesmo disseram que o Zac tinha que sofre kkk&amp;nbsp; voltando atrás ? beijinhos &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Laís: O eu to tão má kkk tadinho do Zac no outro dia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Edyh: Pois é super sortuda, kkk imagina Zac Efron te defendendo de uma barata kkkk imagina a cena... uall que calor beijinhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Amambia:&amp;nbsp; Eu má sou um anjo #taexagero kkk &amp;nbsp;ok estou um pouco má, mas eu sei que no fundo lá no fundo do fundo, que fica dentro da caixa do fundo mesmo vocês gostam beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Gui: Que bom que você&amp;nbsp; está de volta, e que bom que você&amp;nbsp; gostou da historia beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;IMPORTANTE: ok nem tanto assim só pra chamar atenção mesmo, vou explicar por que eu não postei rápido, serio gente nunca mais faço isso, eu tava de aula vaga na escola e escrevi o cap em um caderno a parte,&amp;nbsp; e a preguiça pra passar... descobrir que eu não consigo, escrever no caderno depois escrever aqui de novo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;ENTÃO QUANDO EU ESTIVER COM TÉDIO LÁ NA ESCOLA JURO QUE JOGO XADREZ KKK BEIJOS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-3531951787875429761?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3531951787875429761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=3531951787875429761&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/3531951787875429761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/3531951787875429761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/cap32-parabens-bianca-dedicado.html' title='Cap.32♥ Parabéns Bianca Dedicado♥'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-3274278000058579764</id><published>2011-08-09T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T17:19:06.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap. 31♥ + Taty Taty</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Taty+Taty= Taty Ela é incrivel, mesmo sendo ontem, ela é demais adorei conhecer &amp;nbsp;kkk ela me deu umas dicas pro&amp;nbsp;próximo&amp;nbsp;capitulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;kkk poucas pessoas conseguem meu carinho tão rápido ela conseguiu, ela é nova na nossa familia ( na verdade ela não comentar, Gent's eu não mordo ok) Eu prometo beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Cap. 31♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa, olhou para sua cama e suspirou, Viu ali a sua filhar dormindo, um anjinho loiro como o pai. Apagou a luz para sua filha aproveitar seu sono, &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;e desceu as escadas letamente,sua cabeça ainda estava rodando, os remédios eram como drogas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— Filha está tudo bem? —&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;perguntou Gina ao ver Vanessa segurando no corrimão da &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;escada,&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;colocando todo seu peso. Parecia que a qualquer momento iria desabar ao chão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— Está mamãe! —&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Vanessa olhou para Gina, e a viu aflita, parecia com&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;medo de algo desse errado ou coisa do gênero&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;— Me explica o que você está fazendo aqui na Espanha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Filha eu Moro.... Não acredito você se lembrou! —Gina abraçou a filha, era ali que Vanessa adorava ficar, com as pessoas que amava inclusive.. Sim ele mesmo o homem que ela amava tanto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mãe e meu bebê?&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; — Vanessa perguntou Aflita passando a mão em seu ventre que parecia sem nenhum sinal de saliência.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— Meu amor quando vim pra cá descobri que você estava grávida, ma infelizmente... — Gina abaixou a cabeça. —&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mas lembrar Vanessa, desde a difícil gravidez de Emily. Você teria dificuldade para segurar filho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Mamãe, lembro-me &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;só que fiquei tão feliz com a possibilidade de outro filho, que nem me lembrei, mas é tão triste perder um bebê!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Ai meu amor o Zac ficará tão feliz, ele não agüenta mais ficar longe de você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não, ele não pode saber&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Vanessa não podia explicar o motivo, mas Zac não poderia saber que Vanessa havia recuperado a memória. Vanessa&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;lembrará também dos momentos sem memória, da conversa como Zac, e mais Vanessa se lembrará antes como amava dançar... Ainda estava abatida havia perdido um filho, ela sentia-se tão inútil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sua mãe foi logo chamando um médico para ver Vanessa, o médico a examinou, para o desconforto de Vanessa ela ainda tinha que tomar o remédio, e mais uns comprimido para febre, já que tudo estava voltando ao l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;ugar. No final fez o médico jurar que não iria contar ao Zac.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Quando Emily acordou, Vanessa cumprirá sua palavra com ela. Estava ali com ela, acariciando os seus cabelos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vamos pra casa do papai? — Emily meio sonolenta ainda&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;fez que sim com a cabeça.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Pegando a menina no colo Vanessa desceu as escadas, deparou-se com a mãe explicou a historia, e logo chamou um taxi para deixá-lo na casa de Zac&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Depois de tocar a campainha Lupi atendeu seguindo as Ordens do Zac naturalmente, pois ela havia chamado de senhorita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Que bom que você trouxe meu bebê — Zac pegou Emily no colo, mesmo assim não parou de olhar para sua morena. “nosso bebê ela pensou”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— Bem eu acho que eu vou para casa! —&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Vanessa virou com uma face tristonha. &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;— Espero que o ponto não seja muito longe daqui&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— ah, não fica! — Emily falou fazendo biquinho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Essa reação de Emily, foi na hora exata, agora tinha uma chance de passar a noite ali com o Zac...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— A meu bem, até gostaria, mas melhor eu ir!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Se você quiser ficar será um prazer!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Zac falou isso já imaginado que ela não iria aceitar. Ele não queria mais aquela formalidade, queria sua Vanessa de volta, em seus braços em seus lábios em sua cama.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Bom agora que já estava ali tudo seria mais fácil, pois iria dormir ali. Vanessa aceitou o convite e viu que Zac estava espantado, mas agora pelo menos podia mimar a sua filha a vontade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Colocando Emily no chão do quarto que, Emily havia escolhido, ela pegou dentro dos brinquedos, Um boneco peludo, laranja sim era o Elmo da vila sésamo. Emily o colocou no chão e fez cócegas em sua barriga.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Ai isso faz cócegas, coceguinhas demais” E o boneco caia no chão se levantava e Emily ria com ele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Papai comprou Nanay! — Emily disse pegando a mão da mãe e levando perto de um carro rosa para Emily— Ele comprou isso também&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.s8.com.br/images/toys/cover/img2/21868482_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i.s8.com.br/images/toys/cover/img2/21868482_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Ai meu amor, que lindo! — Vanessa beijou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac amava e sabia que ele tinha cuidado muito bem de Emily, e agora tudo seria diferente quando tudo isso passa se seria uma família por completo. Vanessa e Emily ficaram brincando até a noite e Zac, não havia entrado no quarto. Vanessa banhou Emily e colocou-a pra dormir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Vanessa agora virá Zac no corredor, Ele parecia triste abatido, com olheiras profundas, noites mal dormidas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Está tudo bem? — Ela perguntou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Está sim, Cadê a Emily?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Está dormindo, não se preocupe foi meio difícil mais eu a banhei! —Mentiu Vanessa ela havia muita pratica em banhar a filha. —Sua esposa ainda não apareceu?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Ainda não, cada vez ela me mata mais de Saudade!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Eu gostaria de dormir!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Zac a levou até o quarto deles e disse para ela escolher, qualquer uma das roupas alegando que a esposa dele não ia se importar, aquela roupas eram delas. Sabia que estava sendo triste para o Zac mais ela queria recomeçar do zero para isso não queria nenhuma duvida ou talvez.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Estava ali naquele banheiro enorme para se banhar, e se lembrou de antigamente como ela e o Zac ficavam juntinhos depois de uma longa noite de amor, isso a motivou a seguir com seus planos, Despindo &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;enrolou a toalha no corpo, e deixando a porta meio encostada gritou não muito alto, mais um som plausível para Zac ouvir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Como ela havia planejado ele havia entrado, Vanessa fez uma um rosto de susto ainda com a toalha emoldurando seu corpo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Que foi! — Zac perdeu os olhares na curvas de Vanessa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu vi... Uma barata Ali. — Ela apontou virando o rosto, Zac sabia que ela morria de medo destes insetos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Tem certeza linda? —Zac riu, pois eles estavam repetindo uma cena &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;desta no passado, antes deles se casarem, Vanessa havia feito a mesma coisa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Sim ali! — Vanessa repetiu a cena de tempos atrás e grudou o corpo dele no seu, Fingindo medo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Seus olhares se voltaram um ao outro, Zac não agüentou e a beijou, querendo sentir o seu gosto delicioso até Vanessa separar o beijo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Você disse nunca ter traído a sua mulher, você me beijou! — Vanessa fingiu o choro. — Você me aproveitou de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f907cb; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f907cb; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Obrigado por comentar:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f907cb; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Eternamente zanessa: Emily eVany :D&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;sorry mais ela &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Não vai contar para o Zac a verdade agora... beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f907cb; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Paula: eu entendo :d vai acontecer muita coisa pode apostar beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f907cb; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Karina:Que bom que vc gostou, uma “A Rosa do Deserto” tbm é meu :D eu tbm, tenho um cap pronto... os dois tem a mesma imagem :D beijos que bom q vc gostou de lá tbm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f907cb; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Thaina: Que bom que você gosto, bem vai demorar um pouquinho mais tudo volta ao normal beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f907cb; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Margarida: ata entendi :D, mas então to um tempo sem, ler ai to querendo ler seus blogs quase surto é que&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;não da pra eu acompanhar sempre mas eu tenho que ler os cap que estão me matando. beijinhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f907cb; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Evelly: Bem eu não sei como o Zac vai ficar depois, mas agora ele vai sofrer um bocadinho beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f907cb; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Vanessa Hudgens Efron: Bem ela não vai contar agora para o Zac, Vamos torturá-lo um pouquinho kkk beijinhos &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f907cb; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Laís: que bom que você gostou! Eu tenho que ler lá mesmo, é que não da pra eu ler todos os dias o tempo não deixa.. beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f907cb; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;EdyH: é a historia da verdade o Zac vai sofrer kkk beijinhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f907cb; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;L: sim Deus é maravilhoso Que bom,&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;que vc gostou beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-3274278000058579764?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3274278000058579764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=3274278000058579764&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/3274278000058579764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/3274278000058579764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/cap-31-taty-taty.html' title='Cap. 31♥ + Taty Taty'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-4888877032189729917</id><published>2011-08-05T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T19:23:51.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap.30♥ + Dedicatória</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Dedicando a Lary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Ainda bem que tudo muda, pois se não nunca haveria conhecido você. As pessoas nunca passam por coincidência em nossas vidas, e sabendo a qualidade e os defeitos de cada um, Deus nos reserva amigos especiais aqueles que nos entendem. Já parou para pensar todos os amigos tem algo parecido conosco? Pois&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;é Deus já planeja desde o ventre de nossas mães. Por isso que eu o amo ele me reserva os melhores amigos, mesmo sabendo que não o mereço, Senhor usa meus amigos, ele usou você, talvez uma troca de experiência, mas o que eu sei que é uma amizade verdade...rimos juntas choramos contíguas. Anjo feito por Deus, para mostra-me&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;a felicidade diante a uma telinha de cristal &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Te adoro Myah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-language: KO;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Cap.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="KO" style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Batang&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-language: KO;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;Vanessa acordou, sentindo sua cabeça rodar, e aos poucos se lembrará, que os médicos ontem para acalma - lá deram um calmante, que obviamente estava misturado naquela água. Vanessa olhou para o lado esquerdo e o Zac não estava mais lá. Injustiça ele não havia respondido, quem era Emily. Vanessa agora estava se sentido culpada, Nunca iria esquecer uma filha...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;O tempo passava tão rápido e quanto mais se passava Zac estava mais triste, assim já fazia um mês e meio que Vanessa havia esquecido tudo, Ela não se encontrava no hospital, já havia tido alta, estava na casa de Margaret, junto com sua mãe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;— Papai! — Zac voltou a olhar a sua filha que estava de vestido novo, que ele havia comprado tudo para ela fazer a radio X do coração, como hoje havia saído os exames ele fora com ela compra o vestido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;O caso grave de Emily, de só dois meses de vida, fora completamente modificado por causa das consultas ao ambulatório, tratamento do medico e os remédios que ela tomava em casa. A doença de Emily era muito rara quase desconhecida pelos médicos, aconteceu na hora do parto, mas graças a Deus ela estava mantida, a única coisa a ser tratada agora era o sopro no coração, precisava de uma cirurgia já que ela havia nascido com aquele problema.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;— Vovó vai vir me buscar e vou ficar o dia com a Nanay não é papai? — Emily rodopiou em sua frente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Zac não tinha certeza se aquela idéia era boa, Mas mesmo Vanessa não lembrando Emily, Zac não podia fazer nada, cada dia a menina fica mais tristonha. Desde aquele acontecimento Emily não fez mais travessura, Zac não agüentava ver a filha assim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;“Era coisa melhor a se fazer” pensou Gina, já com Emily, atravessando a rua, as duas já estavam próximo da casa de Margaret.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;— A Nanay já esta bem! — Gina disse abrindo a porta e entrando na casa de Margaret. — Ela esta lá no quarto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Gina subiu&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;para o quarto, com Emily no colo. Sua respiração estava ofegante, &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;como Vanessa falava tanto em Emily esses últimos tempo, já era hora de ela saber a verdade, não dava mais pra ficar escondendo, e fazê-la fugir de todos os meios de comunicação.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Vanessa estava deitada, apos de tomar aquele comprimido, mas logo uma batida soou na porta, Vanessa fez menção de se levantar, mas como a porta só estava encostada então, viu quando a sua mãe chegou com uma menina nos braços. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;— Nanay! — A mesma menina que estava no hospital, agora chamava novamente e pedia o seu colo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Vanessa pegou Emily no colo, aconchegando a garotinha em seus seios, ela parecia alegre ali no colo de Vanessa, como se esperasse muito tempo por aquilo. A menina brincava com os cabelos da mãe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;— Filha Eu... — Gina tentou falar,&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;mas Vanessa não deixou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;— Mamãe por favor, eu quero ficar sozinha&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;com.. —Gina entendeu e deixou Vanessa sozinha com a filha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Aquela garotinha loira dos olhos azuis parecia o de Zac, que por sinal nunca mais havia visitado, Vanessa quando teve alta esperou que ele também estivesse na porta do Hospital, uma grande decepção.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;— Nanay eu te amo! — A menina disse se alinhando em Vanessa fechando os olhos como se o colo de Vanessa fosse um abrigo, a menina tinha falado em espanhol, e parecia difícil para menina pronunciar aquilo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As luzes novamente, Vanessa se sentia tonta, colocou Emily com dificuldade em sua cama. Logo após Vanessa parecia não sentir seu corpo e só sua mente Falava, ou melhor, gritava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;E todo aquele espaço em branco foi lembrado, parecia um choque de informação, lembrou-se de quando conheceu o Zac, nascimento de Emily, Tudo sua mente saltava de informação, no começo a dor era tão forte que Vanessa preferia a morte, mas logo as lembranças pareciam alinhadas, uma voltando para seu devido lugar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;— Nanay a menina gritou a apavorada! — olhando da beira da cama sua mãe estava ali desabada no chão, Emily no primeiro instante chorando, já ia correndo falar para vovó mais viu sua mãe se levantando&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;—Nanay! — A menina repetiu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A dor de cabeça era insuportável, mas logo de joelhos para a cama, conseguiu fitar os olhos de sua filha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;—Nanay está bem meu amor! —abraçou a menina. —Desculpa filha desculpa, mamãe te ama muito, nunca mais, nunca vou esquecer ou ficar longe de você, você é a única força que me deixa viva. Você é um anjo mandado do Céu. Você é de mais precioso para mim, vou fazer de tudo para, não te ver chorar, meu amor eu te adoro...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Emily nem sentiu o peso das palavras da mãe só queria estar abraçada a ela.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;A dor de cabeça ainda era insuportável, as duas agora estavam deitadas na cama, Vanessa acariciava a filha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;— Nanay eu to com sono! — Emily bocejou &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;— Então dorme meu amor!— Vanessa deu um beijo em Emily&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;— E se você não estiver aqui depois? Eu quero ficar com você! — Emily abraçou a mãe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;— prometo que estarei aqui com você, Quando acordar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Emily se alinhou na mãe e tirou toda a tristeza de seu coração, não importava mais estava com sua mãe...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Obrigado por comentar:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Evelly: tudo agora passou, Mas vamos ver... já pensou, Você não lembra de nada e de repente &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“olha você tem uma filha de dois anos, e um marido que é aquele ali” Você&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;pensava que era solteira e você não se lembra da sua cerimônia e nada. Talvez seria bom ter contado assim... mas é por que ia estraga quando V irá fingi(pronto contei eu já tinha planejado kkk) beijosssssssssssss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Margarida: Você não achou a parte da amnésia, desculpa, prometo que da próxima vez que tiver um capitulo assim, eu vou tentar melhorar... Eu queria alguém, como o Zac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;e você? Beijos (sorry vou tentar melhorar)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Eternamente Zanessa: Ai eu ainda estou te devendo um Cap no outro, só não sei como começar, mas aceito sugestão beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Laís: &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Ela se lembrou, Zanessa um amor sem fim? É Mara estou quase a acompanhando os capítulos lá ai eu comento freqüente, é que eu acabei de voltar estou desatualizada &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;beijos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;L: ainda nem se encaixou tudo é com o tempo :D pode sempre contar comigo beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Edyh: que bom que você gostou, bem agora Zac vai sofre um bocadinho beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-4888877032189729917?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4888877032189729917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=4888877032189729917&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/4888877032189729917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/4888877032189729917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/cap30-dedicatoria.html' title='Cap.30♥ + Dedicatória'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-2073425545761868481</id><published>2011-08-04T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:43:28.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap.29♥ +Divulgação♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Divulgação&amp;nbsp;entre lá pessoais, eu estou começando a ler e estou adorando&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://zanessaamorimpossivel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amor impossível &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;:D &amp;nbsp;de Edyh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Cap.29♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Como a vida era incrível, antes Vanessa não queria nem ouvir falar desta historia, e agora parecia ouvinte e paciente, pena que ela não se lembrava que a moça que ele tanto ama era ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não! &amp;nbsp;Eu estava no meu escritório, e a mulher que eu disse minha ex secretaria&amp;nbsp; entrou na sala e me mostrou vários papeis para eu assinar, lembro-me que eram muitas folhas ali. Até quando ouvimos duas batidas na porta e logo a minha ex secretaria levantou, e disse que estava passando mal,&amp;nbsp; como eu fui tolo, eu me aproximei dela e quando ela ouviu o barulho da porta, jogou-se em meus braços.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Nossa que mal entendido, ta com cara que as duas tinham combinado isso!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Sim e combinaram! — Zac acariciou os cabelos dela. — No fundo eu sabia que as duas tinham inveja da minha esposa, pois ela é linda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— E por que é casada com você Obviamente!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Você se fosse casada comigo iria, achar bom?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa ficou vermelha, e abaixou o olhar para não fita-los, estava vermelha, ser casada com aquele homem, e o pior que os médicos já haviam cometido aquele engano, será que ela era esposa dele? “Vanessa que pensamento louco,&amp;nbsp; como tudo isso pode acontecer em algumas semanas” Ela se repreendeu em pensamentos seria impossível aquilo ter lógica.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Não sei, mas você parece uma pessoa legal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa sorriu para não mostra a indignação, algo dentro dela dizia sim, e o outro lado dizia não.&amp;nbsp; A reposta plausível, seria mesmo a que ela acabará de responder, Achava bom conversar com aquele homem, mas cada vez ficava mais confusa ele jurou ser fiel a sua esposa, mas e o beijo que ele&amp;nbsp; deu ontem. Será que tudo não passou de sua imaginação?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Você nunca traiu a sua esposa!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Jamais! — Zac respondeu olhando nos fundos dos olhos de Vanessa, e parecia ser verdade, pois pela convicção que ele disse, então ela não&amp;nbsp; havia a beijado tudo tinha sido ilusão. De fato ele era um homem Bonito, mas Vanessa nunca fora desta de ficar flertando com qualquer tipo de homem, ao contrario eles que flertavam com ela. E muito menos ele um homem casado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Bem se você dizer a ela isso ela vai acreditar! — Vanessa falou de coração, ele estava dizendo a verdade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Bem ela nunca me deixou explicar, um dos defeitos dela ser teimosa, ela fugiu, quando viu a cena!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Nossa e você não foi atrás dela?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A então Zac entendeu, inconscientemente o que ela queria era que ele fosse atrás dela e a buscasse, Era isso antigamente, Talvez ela queria que ele a busca-se, se pelo menos tivesse ouvido Ashley e Monique não haveria tanto sofrimento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não, eu fui muito orgulhoso. Disse que só iria quando estivesse com provas para mostra a minha inocência, e agora já as tenho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Então agora você vai atrás dela?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Na verdade o destino já a colocou de volta, na minha vida só falta um detalhe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Qual?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nesse momento o medico entrou, e ali se acabará o assunto, Vanessa ouvira a ordem que o médico tinha dado para, aquele homem ir para casa, mas ele argumentou algo que não dera para Vanessa ouvir. Mesmo assim o médico disse pra ele ir, e depois ele voltar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Então Tá, Bem linda eu vou, mas depois estarei ai novamente!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zac deu um beijo na testa de Vanessa, e logo saiu. Vanessa se sentiu sozinha novamente, Aquele hospital era um tédio, mas o pior de tudo era aqueles remédios que tinha que tomar, eles faziam tudo delira, se aquilo era pra ficar, bem imagina se fosse para, ficar ruim, tudo no quarto parecia girar, as luz amarela girava em sua cabeça, era como uma droga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;tudo parecia ter graça, as luzes que aparecia verdes, amarelas, mas algo pensou em sua mente &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Mãe pela amor de Deus mãe, se eu não sobreviver você cuida da minha Filha por mim? Da minha Emily”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa ouviu uma voz em seu interior,&amp;nbsp; quando tudo estava rodando Vanessa pode ouvir isso, era estranhos, pois ela conhecia e aquela era sua voz, e claro estava falando com a sua mãe, mas que filha ela própria estava se referindo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vanessa está tudo bem? — Vanessa nem perceberá que já passará muito tempo e Zac estava ali com ela&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Quem é Emily? Quem é?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Você se lembrou de algo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Sim me lembrei, eu estava dizendo a minha mãe se algo acontecesse comigo era para ela cuidar da Emily minha filha, por mim. — Vanessa estava ofegante. — Você estão mentindo pra mim quem é Emily, Vanessa começou a ficar nervosa, algo que não podia acontecer no estado que ela se encontrava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Obrigado por comentar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Margarida Jorge: que bom que você gostou beijos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Margarida Oliveira: ta perdoada ok kkkk beijinhos vou começar a ler os outros, você escreve tão bem adorei beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Karina: Bem,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;espero que até lá Emily fique com o pai, e ela vai pensar que a mãe ta no hospital se recuperando não sei se é bom contar a ela... por enquanto agora não&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Evelly: quer bom que você gostou beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Eternamente Zanessa: O pior que eu sei que vc me adora kkk brinks nem um pouco convencida beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Paula: por “ enquanto” a Vanessa não está fingido, mas eu já tinha pensado nisso kkk beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Miriam: que bom que você&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;gostou beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Edyh: está divulgado :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;logo ela recupera beijinhos “muito obrigado pelo selinho beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; 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font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Obrigado gente pelo selo.. Edyh e Bianca,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;beijos :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUveEfyv-Jo/TjaP_gOmRPI/AAAAAAAAAac/-zwiQ7YsUdA/s1600/selo+fic+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; color: #ff9900; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUveEfyv-Jo/TjaP_gOmRPI/AAAAAAAAAac/-zwiQ7YsUdA/s320/selo+fic+2.png" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; position: relative;" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;1- Bela e a Fera &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amorzanessa.blogspot.com/" style="color: #bba021; text-decoration: none;"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;2- Amor sedutor &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zacefroon-vanessahudgens.blogspot.com/" style="color: #bba021; text-decoration: none;"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;3-historia de zanessa&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessaezac-forever.blogspot.com/" style="color: #bba021; text-decoration: none;"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;4-O noivo&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cristy-zanessa-paixoimpossivel.blogspot.com/" style="color: #bba021; text-decoration: none;"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;5-My love is a Ghost&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amorguera.blogspot.com/" style="color: #bba021; text-decoration: none;"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;6-Zanessa- um amor sem fim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zanessa-um-amor-sem-fim.blogspot.com/" style="color: #bba021; text-decoration: none;"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;7- Doce Vingança&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fanfic-docevinganca.blogspot.com/" style="color: #bba021; text-decoration: none;"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;8- A Dama e o Vagabundo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amorguerra.blogspot.com/" style="color: #bba021; text-decoration: none;"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;9- Estranho Amor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://estranhoamorzn.blogspot.com/" style="color: #bba021; text-decoration: none;"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;10- Descobrindo o amor&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://umamordiferenteds.blogspot.com/" style="color: #bba021; text-decoration: none;"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; 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mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Aquele moço era lindo, seus olhos cor de safira, os cabelos e sua boca máscula definia ele como um homem viril, impossível não notar a presença daquele homem no recinto, sua altura se destacava dos demais. E seu porte atlético, mesmo com terno preto, mostrava como ele era um homem muito desejável.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Voltando a fitar aquele homem alto, Vanessa submergiu a respiração quando ele se aproximou e sentou na beira da cama. Sentir o olhar dele junto a seu fazia Vanessa corar. A vontade de Vanessa era procurar um espelho, para ficar a par da beleza dele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;—Meu Deus, Eu pensei que eu ia te perder! — Zac buscou uma das mãos dela e a beijou, justamente onde estava aliança de casamento, Vanessa se abismou, a ver aquela aliança linda em seu&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;dedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;— O que é isso? —Ela tirou aquela aliança tão pequena,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;e ela pode ver melhor era cravejada em diamantes,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;não se lembrava como aquele anel, que &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;cabia tão bem em seu dedo estava ali, nunca tinha visto um daquele antes, sua família não tinha uma boa posse. Não podia ser dela aquilo era um engano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;—Zac Efron. — Vanessa quase não pronunciou nada, abismou-se então agora tudo fazia sentido, o nome na aliança, a moça chamando-a de senhora Efron, aquilo era uma brincadeira de mau gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;— Eu não estou entendendo nada, o que é isso, e porque você tem igual a minha. — Falou Vanessa vendo a dele em seu dedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;—calma, calma… —Zac a abraçou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Vanessa chorava ali, no abraço do Zac, Como era bom e confortante poder chorar ali, estava tão perto dele. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Sentia-se segura e protegida como se nada fizesse nenhum mal,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;era o amplexo&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;que ela precisava e a ponte segura para todos os momentos. Não era como abraço de pai, ou de mãe. Era algo mais intimo que tocava em sua alma, e estremecia seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;— Me explica por favor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aquilo era um suplico, mas Zac queria beija-la sentir os lábios daquela mulher, que pensou que nunca iria viver, a mulher que ele amava tanto, não podia ficar tão perto dos lábios dela sem beijar. Então assim fez; encostou os lábios dele lentamente, e ela logo o recebeu os lábios dele por completo, e suas línguas dançaram uma dança rítmica suava romântica, parecia o ultimo beijo do século, era doce mais ao mesmo tempo sedutor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;— Tudo vai passar! — acariciando os cabelos dela&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Vanessa dormiu ali, acariciada por aquele homem estranho, um homem que nunca havia visto na vida, mas causava uma impressão forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Vanessa estava linda dormindo, aquela era a menina que havia conhecido, alinhada a ele, dependente, ingênua, a menina que ele havia transformado em mulher, sua esposa, mas agora se arrependerá, ela estava sofrendo tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Vanessa ao acorda, olhou aquele homem todo desajeitado na cadeira. Ele tinha um metro e noventa mais o menos, a noite dele foi uma das piores pensou Vanessa. Vanessa voltou atenção ao seu dedo e o anel dele não estava lá assim como dele também não. Será que ela havia sonhado? Sonho ou não parecia muito estranho, e o beijo será que também havia sido algo de sua imaginação.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Zac &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;moveu lentamente, seu corpo estava todo dolorido, dormi em algo minúsculo como aquele, não era bom, mas valeu a pena estava do lado de sua amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;— Bom dia! — Vanessa saudou. — vendo os cabelos dele desalinhando, e ele próprio massageando a nuca. — dormi ai não é muito agradável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;— Hum… Dormiria em cima de pregos se fosse preciso, e ainda seria Um “bom dia” só por ouvir a sua voz! — Zac ainda estava de olhos fechado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Zac perceberá que não conseguiria viver sem aquela mulher, e se não tivesse alto controle a beijaria novamente e isso não seria apropriado &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vou chamar o médico para te diagnosticar! — &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Zac se levantou e foi em direção a porta mas Vanessa conseguiu impedir &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não! — ela gritou&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;e ele olhou rapidamente em direção dela. — Ainda é cedo. Podemos só conversar por enquanto?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Mesmo ela não sabendo ela usava a mesma arma pedir com aqueles olhos de suplica, que Zac não agüentava e logo aceitou o pedido e sentou na beira da cama, olhando para ela&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Você sabe muito, então por que não me conta, eu não me lembro de muito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Hum... Linda... Posso te dizer que tudo vai ficar bem! — Zac deu um beijo na testa de Vanessa. — Bem já que vamos conversar, posso te contar algo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Claro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Talvez eu seja obsessivo loucamente apaixonado, quando eu conheci a mulher da minha vida ela não passava de uma moça, eu era bem mais velho que ela, mas ela com aquele sorriso inocente e um olhar de menina...&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ah — ele suspirou — Ela é linda,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;mas um dia ela entrou no meu escritório , mas a minha ex secretaria, tinha feito algo para parece que tinha um caso, e ela foi embora sem deixa eu se explicar sem deixar, eu dizer que a amava, ela foi mas levou uma parte de mim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Nossa...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Vanessa pensou quem seria aquela moça que tinha o abandonado, cada vez mais confusa, primeiro fora, a historia de ontem e agora essa historia o que estava acontecendo ali quem era ele por que ele estava tão&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;junto de sua vida?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Mas você não tinha um caso com a mulher tinha?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Obrigado por comentar:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Margarida: Nossa eu to magoada com você Run...&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Você tem um blog maravilhoso e nunca compartilhou, a senhorita está feliz mocinha? Eu adorei “ A dama e o Vagabundo” mas ainda estou magoada,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;juro que passa quando você postar o cap 5 &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;beijos&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;obrigado pelo selo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Eternamente Zanessa: Sabe&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;que não sou convencida e ainda sim tenho dúvidas que, o blog não é bom e tal, mas eu descobrir que essas duvidas não vão deixar de eu ser feliz :D te adoro beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Evelly: ela perdeu o bebê eu tenho uma noticia bem triste depois, mas já achei uma solução bem legal... é uma coisa bem triste mesmo.... kkk só pra você ficar curiosa kkk BEM TRISTE&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;beijos obrigado pelo selo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Karina: mulheres um poço de indecisão, nós queríamos dar uma lição no Zac, agora agente nem quer mais kkkk . mas eu estou no poço de maldade eu sou má kkk beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Edyh_2011: Obrigado.... tadinhos deles mesmos, então Sobre o outro blog assim que eu postar aqui eu vou&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;postar lá agorinha o Cap do outro já está pronto de séculos eu que sou má mesmo kkk beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;L: faz muito tempo mesmo, mas agora tu me achou. beijinhos “ela vai ficar boa logo” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Laís: Eu não queria que ela perdesse a memória, vou ser bem sincera, eu não sei ainda como&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Emily vai reagir, não sei como explicar, ou qual será a relação de Emily, por isso que não enfatizei, ela aqui , por que uma criança. E a ligação dela é com a mãe, toda a vida dela foi a mãe. “só fiz ela perder a memória para dar uma lição no Zac” beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Paula: Obrigado, é só uma lição para o Zac... Mas tadinha de Emily. beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Kimberly: muito obrigado pelo selo beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-701375087132497680?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/701375087132497680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=701375087132497680&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/701375087132497680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/701375087132497680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/cap28.html' title='Cap.28♥'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-4772856446523044144</id><published>2011-08-02T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T05:07:10.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selinho♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Obrigado gente pelo selo... Evelly, kimberlly e Margarida... muito obrigado pelo Selo beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUveEfyv-Jo/TjaP_gOmRPI/AAAAAAAAAac/-zwiQ7YsUdA/s1600/selo+fic+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; color: #ff9900; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUveEfyv-Jo/TjaP_gOmRPI/AAAAAAAAAac/-zwiQ7YsUdA/s320/selo+fic+2.png" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; position: relative;" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Bem é meio dificil de eu escolher eu voltei agora mais ai vai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;1- Bela e a Fera &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amorzanessa.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;2- Amor sedutor &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zacefroon-vanessahudgens.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;3-historia de zanessa&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessaezac-forever.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;4-O noivo&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cristy-zanessa-paixoimpossivel.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;5-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;rebellious love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zanessa-um-amor-sem-fim.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;6-Zanessa- um amor sem fim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zanessa-um-amor-sem-fim.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;7- Doce Vingança&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fanfic-docevinganca.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;8- A Dama e o Vagabundo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amorguerra.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;9- Estranho Amor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://estranhoamorzn.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;10- Descobrindo o amor&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://umamordiferenteds.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Aqui"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ps: não coloquei em ordem de&amp;nbsp;favoritismo, Adoro todos... Tinha mais blogs que eu queri colocar... mas então eu coloquei alguns "antigos" pois ainda estou voltando e não deu para eu ler todos os blogs, e ficar a par de todos os&amp;nbsp;capítulos&amp;nbsp; mas mesmo assim muito obrigado. E perdoe-me por qualquer coisa :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Próximo&amp;nbsp;Capítulo &amp;nbsp;em meia hora beijos♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-4772856446523044144?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4772856446523044144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=4772856446523044144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/4772856446523044144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/4772856446523044144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/08/selinho.html' title='Selinho♥'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUveEfyv-Jo/TjaP_gOmRPI/AAAAAAAAAac/-zwiQ7YsUdA/s72-c/selo+fic+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-312559805886625261</id><published>2011-07-30T10:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T10:32:19.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap. 27♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então ok segunda eu posto lá em "Uma Rosa no deserto"... bem acho que vocês estão :O assim por que eu não posto com&amp;nbsp;frequência.... kkk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cap.27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;Vanessa não entendia nada o que se passava em sua volta, Aquela menina loira tão pequeninha, chamando-a de mãe, e aqueles &amp;nbsp;olhinhos pequenos azuis como o oceano, agora estava em pranto, Vanessa não imaginava o sofrimento, mas mesmo sem saber quem era aquele menina, já gostava dela, e do modo como ela abraçou, Vanessa estava fraca mais sentia aquele abraço, o sentimento era como se ela esperasse tanto por aquele abraço. Um sentimento meigo incomum&amp;nbsp;ingenuo, uma criança querendo carinho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;—Meu amor me perdoa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Vanessa agora virará atenção para o homem que havia falado, Bonito atraente, parecia um pouco abatido com olheiras fundas e noites mal dormidas. Seus cabelos eram loiros assim como o daquela criança, o falar era&amp;nbsp;agradável&amp;nbsp;mesmo assim com timbre forte. Vanessa queria saber quem era aquele homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;br style="text-indent: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aquele homem másculo, pegou o interfone e falou algo incompreensível , naquele exato momento, mas logo uma moça vestida de traje branco entrou, com um sorriso estampado nos olhos. Vanessa olhou a sua volta e percebeu que estava no hospital, isso a assustou, As paredes brancas. os aparelhos que estavam em seu lado direito, e suas flores preferidas, estava do lado esquerdo da cama, só poderia ter sido sua mãe que havia colocado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Vejo &amp;nbsp;que acordou!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Disse a moça tirando os aparelhos que estavam em seus braços e o aparelho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;respiratório.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;—A Senhora Efron é muito Bonita, para um sono de Beleza de Duas semanas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— A mulher Brincou deixando a vermelha &amp;nbsp;e assustada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;br style="text-indent: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Senhora Efron?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;—Vanessa se&amp;nbsp;espantou, estavam a&amp;nbsp;confundido&amp;nbsp;com alguém, primeiro aquela criança chamando a de mamãe agora essa enfermeira, Vanessa Começará a ficar confusa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zac agora sairá da sala com lágrimas nos olhos, com sua filha que não entendia nada, Mas estava feliz por a mãe ter acordado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;Era isso Vanessa não se lembrava de nada, Tudo por culpa dele, já&amp;nbsp;fora&amp;nbsp;dificil saber que ele tinha perdido um filho, um filho que ele&amp;nbsp;rejeitou, agora a mulher que ele ama, não lembra-se dele, mas o pior seria para Emily quando descobrir que a sua mãe infelizmente...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Zac, ai meu Deus o que aconteceu?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Gina&amp;nbsp;perguntará&amp;nbsp;tirando Emily do colo de Zac.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Algo serio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— A Vanessa acordou mas não lembra-se de nada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Zac falou em&amp;nbsp;Espanhol&amp;nbsp;nem sabia como iria contar a sua filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;br style="text-indent: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;Gina correu para sala da onde a filha estava e Vanessa, ainda sim estava&amp;nbsp;pálida&amp;nbsp;e seus cabelos negros ondulados e sua boca parecia sem vida tomando a sopa que a medica fazia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Deixa que eu dou a sopa para ela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Era um alivio ter a sua mãe ali só ela poderia explicar, "será que o papai está ali fora?" Se perguntava Vanessa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— mamãe que bom que você ta aqui!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— As palavras saiam fracas, por um momento ela acho que não conseguiria&amp;nbsp;exprimir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Filha, Filha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Gina acariciou a filha, era triste vê-la sem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;memoria. O médico havia falado que &amp;nbsp;quando ela acorda poderia levar uma sequela...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Quem é senhora Efron?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Vanessa perguntou curiosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Um engano filha, foi um engano!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— ela beijou o cabelo da filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Cadê o pai?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gina Engoliu o choro da perda, Vanessa não se lembrará que seu pai havia morrido havia dois anos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Quantos anos você tem?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Mãe a senhora sabe que é 19 anos!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gina se abismou ela havia esquecido de tudo sobre o Zac, Todo sua vida na Inglaterra, &amp;nbsp;e agora como Gina iria contar-lhe tudo, ela não sabia muito de perda de memoria, mas sabia que não seria bom contar a ela a verdade agora.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Vou fazer 20, daqui algumas semanas, e você prometeu que não precisava te ajudar &amp;nbsp;que eu poderia ir ver a tourada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aquela tourada, seria aquela que conheceria Zac, foi neste dia que ela o viu, ela havia esquecido de tudo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Meu amor algumas coisas mudaram.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— "muitas por sinal" pensou Gina&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— faz duas semanas que você está aqui, bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Quer dizer já tenho vinte anos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Vanessa não entendia, sua mãe estava escondendo muito além daquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Na verdade não... Meu amor quando você sair do hospital eu te explico.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Mãe você está muito estranha!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;br style="text-indent: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;Já era a noite e aquele homem loiro estava ali, ela não tinha entendido bem, mas como soube depois ele era seu&amp;nbsp;acompanhante&amp;nbsp;e iria dormi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;ali.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Você não lembra de nada não é?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Ele arriscou &amp;nbsp;a falar depois de vários minutos em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— O médico disse que eu esqueci algumas coisas, &amp;nbsp;logo logo eu me lembro! mas olhando bem pra você Eu me lembro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Lembra?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Zac se animou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Você era um dos toureiros da competição, Mamãe falou que já passou que pena que eu não fui, mas quem ganhou?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Hum...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Fez como se estivesse pensativo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Como não nem faz tanto tempo assim, e você era um dos preferidos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Era, mais quer saber de algo, não importa quem ganhou,pois o mais&amp;nbsp;privilegiado&amp;nbsp;sou eu!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Nossa que pena que eu não fui o que aconteceu?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Eu conheci uma moça, linda sabe seus cabelos são negros como a noite, seus olhos da cor do meu e seu sorriso é doce ingenuo, e seus&amp;nbsp;lábios&amp;nbsp;tem um sabor doce..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;—Nossa que legal vocês vão casar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Vanessa perguntou com um certo ciúmes da moça que aquele homem falará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Na verdade casamos e ela nem sabe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Ela deve ser uma moça muito bonita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— E como. Eu a amo tanto!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Ai que pena, eu não ter ido eu queria tanto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Ela mudou de assunto algo dentro dela doía em ver ele falando "daquela" mulher&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Talvez você tenha ido e não se lembrar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Será ai minha cabeça fica rodando, será que eu sofri o acidente lá? Eu não sei quantos anos eu tenho, 19, 20 não sei, não sei que dia é hoje.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;Zac Riu, Vanessa por outro lado seu&amp;nbsp;inconsciente&amp;nbsp;lembrou daquela risada gostosa no tempo de frio&amp;nbsp;esquentava&amp;nbsp;mais novamente era uma risada em uma escuridão. mas era boa ela aceitava ficar ouvindo, a vida toda se fosse preciso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— não importa quantos anos você tenha. você tem rostinho de uma menina e o corpo de uma mulher.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;— Vanessa se envergonhou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;—Estava vendo fica linda&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;vermelhinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; text-indent: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigado por comentar:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Margarida: Eu adoro ser má... kkk meu... ok mais agora eu to mais boazinha.... Eu poderia ser má e só postar mês que vem kkkk beijos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evelly: perdeu a memoria, bem não vai ser agora que o Zac vai sofrer se bem ele já está... ok então eu volto a postar lá segunda ok beijos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruh_Sm: Poxa saudade de ti, só comenta em "A rosa do deserto" ai ficamos sem contato &amp;nbsp;beijãooooooo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edyh_2011: ela vive... mais com&amp;nbsp;amnesia...bem eu só te perdoo porque vc tinha perdido o link ok kkkk beijãooooooo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eternamente Zanessa: é Sou eu mesmo, mas eu sei que você me ama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lais: Juntos por uma missão eu vou tentar mesmo ok, eu vou checar, meu pen drive por que deve ter um cap que eu não postei lá ok beijos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula: ai que bom que você gostou flor &amp;nbsp;beijão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-312559805886625261?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/312559805886625261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=312559805886625261&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/312559805886625261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/312559805886625261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/cap-27_30.html' title='Cap. 27♥'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-6754974258526304563</id><published>2011-07-29T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T13:00:44.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap.26♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Eu tenho uma Rosa do deserto, gente eu já estava conversando eu queria&amp;nbsp;opinião&amp;nbsp;continuo lá tbm? depende de vocês&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zanessa-deserto.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://zanessa-deserto.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;beijos&lt;br /&gt;Msn: Myazinha.zac@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;As lágrimas começaram a rolar, era uma dor muito forte no útero. Vanessa era uma mãe dedicada Segurou o seu ventre &amp;nbsp;com intuito de proteger seu bebê,"tudo ia dar certo, tudo ia dar certo" pensamentos como esse ecoava na mente de Vanessa, mas era quase impossivél pensar com um dor que se espalhava pelo útero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Ai! — Murmutrou ela de dor, com os olhos com lágrimas de Agônia. — Meu bebê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zac olhou para ela é viu suas expressões de sofrimento, sua amada estava se contorcendo de dor, e Segurava seu ventre, e Zac pode ver o sangue que escorria das roupa da amada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Vanessa... Vanessa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Vanessa não pode ouvir nada, seus olhos foram fechando aos poucos, a dor parecia sumir, mas tudo ficou escuro uma escuridão gostosa um sono profundo onde ninguém poderia atrapalhar, incosiente sabia que era algo ruím, Mas o embalar da morte era cativante, não tinha dor não tinha culpa, não tinha amor, ela estava submersa aquela escuridão... Tudo era escuro, assim como um céu sem estrelas uma noite sem luar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zac por outro lado se culpava, estava ali no hospital a horas, Havia ligado para Lupi ajuda-lo. Emily não sabia que estava acontecendo, mas Emily chorava, Embalada por Lupi Zac não sabia como acalmar a filha, pois também sentia a mesma tristeza. Tudo culpa dele, se acontece-se algo com ela, ele seria o responsavél... Nem puderá dizer que a amava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O que era o amor? Vanessa não sabia que significava aquela palavra, não sabia seu nome, o endereço. esquecera do mundo momento só dela. A morte era maior! ela queria se livrar mais ela era tão convidativa uma escuridão tão boa... Outro lado a luz lá distante parecia que ia cegar os seus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Já se passará 2 semanas e nada. Zac estava aflito, Vanessa havia perdido muito sangue, e alem disso algumas lesões inicialmente nas áreas cerebrais. Outra que sofria era Emily, mesmo com sua Vó perto, que Havia regressado para&amp;nbsp;Espanha&amp;nbsp;assim que soube, Emily não era mais aquela criança alegre, feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Antes Vanessa em seu interior ouvia uma voz docê como de uma criança dizendo coisas&amp;nbsp;incompreensível, era uma voz que sairá do nada daquela escuridão e cada vez a luz do fundo ficará &amp;nbsp;menor..."Nanay" Ela ouvira agora era ais nitido era uma apelo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Agora a&amp;nbsp;mamãe&amp;nbsp;precisa descansar! — Zac dissse apreciando a esposa naquela cama, estava quase sem vida, Se ele pudesse trocaria de lugar com ela, sentia Saudade de sua Vanessa cheia de Vida, sua Vanessa docê mãe dos seus filhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— &amp;nbsp;Nanay! — &amp;nbsp;Emily pulou abismada vendo a sua mãe abrindo os olhos, secou o choro e pulou em cima da sua mãe, Emily não sabia que Não podia Fazer isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Seus olhos pesados, quase não deixou ela abrir-los, &amp;nbsp;ela conseguiu ver a luz e o vulto de uma menina linda, linda mas quem seria aquela menina, quem seria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Obrigado por comentar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Margarida Oliveira: matei sua curiosidade beijão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;thaina: eu amo deixar os outros curiosos kk beijos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Evelly: agora Zac vai sofrer muito beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Karina: Eu adoro matar vcs de curiosidade agora ele vai sofre muito mesmo kkk beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;eternamente Zanessa: não posso dizer se não acabou com a curiosidade beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Amambia: kkk Eu tinha que fazer algo romantico, por que seria triste demais kk beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;lais: eu não sou má ok kkkk brinks só não sou boa é bom ter uma mente fertil vai por mim beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-6754974258526304563?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6754974258526304563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=6754974258526304563&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/6754974258526304563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/6754974258526304563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/cap26.html' title='Cap.26♥'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-2115620415143912182</id><published>2011-07-28T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T15:24:44.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap.25♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Divulgação:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Gente confiram: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwwzanessalove4ever.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://wwwzanessalove4ever.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; by: JuuH (ansiosa pelo primeiro capitulo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thediaryofahadi.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thediaryofahadi.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; By: Ana Basto&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Cap: 25&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac subiu ao quarto e a viu. Em primeiro ato se espantou por ver Vanessa, no quarto, ela estava lendo um livro. Ele estava tão arrependido, e agora só queria a abraçar sentir aquele perfume feminino dela.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— precisamos conversar! — Falou Zac falando com a mesma &amp;nbsp;voz de antes, Vanessa se&amp;nbsp; decepcionou, ele não havia mudado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ele não acreditava aquele filho era dela, e aquilo a magoava, naquele momento tão importante,que ela queria carinho que nunca teve, nem precisava de muito, pois ela sabia que não era tão digna de um amor perfeito, e ela se perguntava sempre “quem é essa pessoa com essa sorte de ter um amor perfeito?”, de ser feliz para sempre?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não existe felicidade e agora ela sabia. Existe momentos felizes, com a pessoa amada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não me dirija a palavra! —Foi muito complicado fingir que não estava se importando, quando as lágrimas queriam rolar. — Nós já falamos tudo, e&amp;nbsp; você está me vendo aqui por Emily, pois por mim… não estaria aqui&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa levantou e olhando para janela deparou com o motorista abrindo a porta para Lupi que vinha com a sua filha no colo…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Emily&amp;nbsp; estava tão eufórica, pela a menina Zac e Vanessa ficaram mais harmônicos, a menina falava do circo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— A noite o cilco(circo) vai dinovo nanay vamos! — A menina estava eufórica, Nem imaginava o que estava passando com os pais e não seria bom mostra para a menina a desavença,que estava tendo na família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vamos meu amor! — Vanessa a beijou. Era algo mágico sentir a felicidade da filha, pelo menos agora sentia, sua carência um pouco saciada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vamos papai! — A menina agora queria atenção do pai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Vamos…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Agora estava no circo, Emily ainda pouco antes de sair do carro tinha feito uma travessura &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Papai, eu não vi você dando beijinho gotosinho na Nanay”&amp;nbsp; e Zac não contrariou a filha e o beijou de um modo tão delicioso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Os dois ainda estavam meios nocauteados por causa do beijo, que demorará muitos minutos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As lembranças dos lábios do Zac aquecendo do dela, ainda estava com frescas em suas memória, no momento ela só queria isso um pouco de amor, estava carente e nunca pudera ter um carinho em sua gravidez sempre teve uma gravidez sofrida, essa não seria diferente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Emily por outro lado ria das palhaçadas, daqueles palhaços, e Vanessa ria só para mostra para filha entusiasmo. Até sentir, algumas dores em seu útero…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa agüentou Calada, era horrível e ela percebeu que era grave quando viu que ela estava sangrando &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Obrigado por comentar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Paula: que bom que você gostou :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Karina: olha ele vai sofrer, muitíssimo kkk beijos é muito raro eu postar dois Cap seguidos imagina 3 então kkk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Margarida Oliveira: sim papel muito complicado o dele&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Evelly: tem toda a razão... beijão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Laís: poxa Zac devia ter confiado mais na palavra dela… man’ a pessoa que escreveu viu não sei com que estava na cabeça #perai Fui eu que escrevi kkk mais logo logo vocês vão entender &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Anonimo: eu sei que ta meio difícil por que ele estam separados na vida real, eles vão fazer as pazes logo, O legal daqui é que nós podemos manipular tudinho kkk mais acredito que eles vão voltar ainda beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Amambia: kkkk que bom que tu gostou beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Eternamente Zanessa: kkkk pronto viu paguei minha promesa to livre lálá&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Margarida: que bom que você gostou beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Thaina: que bom que você gostou,&amp;nbsp; Eu aceito por você não está comentando ok… mais não deixa de ler #issomedeixahappy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Franciane: Eu gostei da Sinopse passa o link para eu poder ler e divulgar tbm beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ana bastos: ta divulgada flor beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Juuh:&amp;nbsp; que bom que você gosta :D divulgado beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7030a0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-2115620415143912182?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2115620415143912182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=2115620415143912182&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/2115620415143912182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/2115620415143912182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/cap25.html' title='Cap.25♥'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-4893516409821405659</id><published>2011-07-06T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T17:44:52.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap. 24♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Algumas pessoas podem achar estranho, Put’s Myah dois capitulo no mesmo dia? Pois é eu não agüentei kkk cheia de idéias &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Depois de algumas horas o medico já havia ido embora, e Zac ainda estava trancado no escritório dele, Vanessa já não era capaz de entender nada, em uma hora estava tudo bem “haja ou que houver vou estar contigo” outra hora bate a porta e sai do quarto, como uma criança, e&amp;nbsp; se tranca no escritório agora os papéis se inverteram.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa entrou, sem fazer cerimônia, depois de alguns minutos que estava do lado de fora para tomar aquela decisão, agora não tinha mais volta, estava naquela sala e Zac estava de cabeça baixa &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; Precisamos conversar. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— ao dizer isso Zac olhou para direção de Vanessa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Por que você fez isso? — ele se levantou da cadeira e olhou com desdém para Vanessa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Isso o que? —Vanessa não conseguia entender, a única coisa que queria era um abraço em um beijo do amado, que agora estava tão frio e calculista.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Quem é o pai desta criança?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Isso foi para ferir o orgulho de Vanessa, agora estava com raiva da pessoa que mais amava. Por que ele estava humilhando ela daquele jeito. Uma lagrima rolou, mas Vanessa não abaixou a cabeça fitou Zac e disse. Novamente se sentia sozinha sem colo, sem amigo, sem abraço, sem conselho, sem poder dividir com ninguém a alegria de ser mãe novamente, sem poder ver os olhos do Zac brilhando coma idéia, sem poder ter alguém para ajudar ou ao menos a entender, sem ter alguém que a ama&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu pensei que você pudesse responder, mas pelo o visto eu me enganei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vanessa nem tente me enganar, Leia isso leia! —Zac entregou um papel que naturalmente tinha acabado de ser amassado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não &amp;nbsp;—Vanessa levou à mão a boca espantada ela não acreditará no que estava lendo, mas como ela estava grávida, e nunca houve outro homem em sua vida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— isso que você leu,&amp;nbsp; Eu fiz essa cirurgia depois de um acidente muito serio, Não posso mais te dar filhos, ou seja minha única Filha é a Emily&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zac mais eu nunca, sequer tive algo tão intimo com outro hom...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Vanessa esse seu teatrinho me enoja, como você teve a coragem de me trair, em tão pouco tempo, ou será que já estava grávida antes de vim para Espanha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Canalha! &amp;nbsp;—&amp;nbsp; Vanessa Deu-lhe uma tapa na face, que por alguns minutos ficaram marcados os dedos dela &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Em pensar que... E a minha filha Emily, como você teve coragem, tendo uma filha comigo, como pode me trair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Zac por favor, confia em mim podemos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não Vanessa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—ótimo então você vai confiar mais em um papel do que em mim! — Vanessa secou as lagrimas com as costas das mãos. — sabe meu pior erro? Ter achado que agora tudo seria diferente sabe se você que acreditar na medicina, ótimo me esquece, mas se lembre deste dia, o dia que você perdeu de vez a mulher que te ama muito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac agora estava perplexo, ela acaba de dizer que o amava, Zac viu Vanessa sair do escritório. Ele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;agora não sabia mais o que estava certo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Obrigado por comentar:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Margarida: quase Zac acha que o filho não é dele agiu como perfeito idiota! Concorda comigo? Beijinhos obrigado por acompanhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Evelly: Vocês não maras adoro esse intuito de vocês beijão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Liz: fofo mais o Zac foi um canalha certo... beijão flor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Laís: seguindo flor beijinhos que bom que tu gostou beijo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Paula: agora Zac está com ponto negativo comigo, imagina só eu escrevi, não foi nada pessoal só que eu não vivo sem um drama beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-4893516409821405659?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4893516409821405659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=4893516409821405659&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/4893516409821405659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/4893516409821405659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/cap-24.html' title='Cap. 24♥'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-6852773255461667320</id><published>2011-07-06T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:33:14.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap. 23♥ Divulgação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Divulgação:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://zanessa-um-amor-sem-fim.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://zanessa-um-amor-sem-fim.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu adorei a historia cada capitulo é mara ainda estou no Dez mais logo logo começo estou atualizada beijinhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vanessa agora se sentirá muito mimada, uma bandeja com seu café da Manhã preferido, e atrás estava seu marido perfeito sem blusa, todo despenteado. Hora se pudesse opinar diria que era um sonho, mas não, era tudo real, o seu marido estava ali e para tudo se tornar perfeito ela gostaria que ele o amasse, mas isso era impossível, a seu ver.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Bom dia! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; ele colocou a bandeja e deitou ao lado de Vanessa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;Bom dia —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; E selaram a manha com um beijo — Nossa está com cheiro ótimo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Preparado com carinho para você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zac atenciosamente, levou um pouco da sobremesas até a boca &amp;nbsp;de sua amada que se alinhou em seu peitoral e suspirou feliz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;Humm delicia! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; assimilou de olhos fechados. — &amp;nbsp;Onde está Emily?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;Está com a lupi, ela levou a menina para uma volta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; hum.. —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aquele “hum” não foi de contentamento, Vanessa achara estranho, essa nova vida, de ficar longe da filha era algo difícil, pois sempre fora ligada de todas as maneiras, mas agora Vanessa parecia uma criança que não adaptará, ao ambiente,&amp;nbsp;levando&amp;nbsp;em conta que Emily havia aceitado melhor que ela, por que será?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Depois do café da manha, que eles haviam tomados junto, Vanessa percebeu, por que de todo aquela atenção, e Vanessa ficou muito furiosa com aquela atitude, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Zac agora se encontrava em sérios apuros.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Eu não vou passar em médico nenhum está entendendo! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Vanessa cruzou os braços olhando para parede &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Você não vai, ele já esta vindo aqui! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Zac falou autoritário, talvez esse seja o problema fazia tempo que o Zac estava mais sendo autoritário.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Não vou passar e pronto! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa bateu a porta do banheiro com força e se trancou lá dentro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Infantil! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Acusou Zac &amp;nbsp;no quarto em alto e bom som para ela ouvir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; border: none; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Pede o divorcio então já que é assim! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ela falou do lado de dentro do banheiro, ao mesmo tempo com medo dele gostar da idéia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa perdeu mais uma agora, sendo examinada pelo médico, e &amp;nbsp;o Zac estava do lado analisando tudo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Fala que estou bem doutor! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Vanessa falou Fazendo careta para o Zac&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;Você está bem Grávida! —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; o medico disso com uma calma, e Vanessa olhou para Zac assustada, querendo ajuda, mas ele parecia mais pasmo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Grá...vida. Tipo Gravida? —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; perguntou Vanessa sem delongas &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; Que outra grávida existe?. —&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; medico Esclareceu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zac Saiu irritado da sala, batendo a porta com todas as forças.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa extremeceu de dor ele não gostou do que acontecerá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigado por comentar:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula: Vanessa gravida, nossa parece que o zac não gostou da noticia o que será que aconteceu?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beijos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taina: Que bom que você gostou beijos beijos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evelly: que bom que você, gostou bem, acho que vc não vai gostar do Zac neste capitulo mais no outro já vai saber qual foi o problema beijão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruh: Magina flor, eu tbm nem ando acompanhando assim muito bem e to meio relaxada com os blogs vcs como seguidoras deviam me compra desculpa e não o contrario, então desculpa por não postar sempre beijinhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lais: ele vão ficar juntinhos, :D eu divulguei e adorei o blog mesmo ainda estou lendo mais é maravilhoso beijão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Margarida: eu venho dado sinais faz tempinho mesmo assim, mas vocês descobriram no &amp;nbsp;capitulo adoro isso mostra que vocês estão "ligada" na historia beijos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-6852773255461667320?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6852773255461667320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=6852773255461667320&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/6852773255461667320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/6852773255461667320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/cap-23-divulgacao.html' title='Cap. 23♥ Divulgação'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-628018293667787857</id><published>2011-06-26T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T13:52:48.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap.22♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Á noite, após do banho Vanessa pensou, em tudo que aconteceu&amp;nbsp; em seu dia,&amp;nbsp; Sua filha Emily já estava no quarto novo dela e agora não tinha mais pesadelos. Zac estava ao seu lado adormecido, e agora por que ela não conseguiu dormi?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As informações foram muitas aquele dia não estava dando para Vanessa assimilar, Talvez um copo de água a&amp;nbsp; faria bem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Descendo as escadas, com cuidado para não acorda ninguém, sentia o frio embalar,&amp;nbsp; descalça pisando no mármore, Vanessa chegou a cozinha, mudou de idéia sobre o copo de água, quis preparar um chocolate quente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Hum que delicia! — aquela voz era inconfundível&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Quer um pouco?&amp;nbsp; — Vanessa virou com o copo na mão oferecendo, mais não pode de deixar de admirar o seu marido, com os cabelos desalinhados, com uma bermuda e seu bíceps expostos com algumas marcas das noites anteriores&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não estou falando do chocolate. — Uma risada marota, e Zac a agarrou, um beijo avassalador.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu não te entendo! — Zac a largou depois que olhou a expressão dela de náuseas. — &amp;nbsp;Um momento estamos bem e o outro você faz isso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zac virou e subiu as escadas, Vanessa tentou recuperar o fôlego, ela se sentiu tonta não foi pelo o abraço do seu amado nem ela mesmo sabia&amp;nbsp; o motivo, Vanessa esperou alguns minutos e voltou para o quarto &amp;nbsp;nem tomou o chocolate pois logo ele o deu enjôo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zac estava deitado em sua parte, e fingiu não ver a Vanessa entrar, lentamente Vanessa foi pra sua parte da cama e sentou, por um momento ficou olhando Zac e logo disse&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Zac! — ele virou e viu os olhos dela, descia lágrimas Zac a abraçou. — Zac eu não queria...Zac... Não era... Eu juro... que...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Calma meu amor respira! — Ele depositou um beijo em sua testa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não eu não queria me afastar de você Zac... Eu... Eu... Te... A..., Eu não sei o que esta acontecendo comigo, Ai Zac...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Quer dizer que você não estava bem lá em baixo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu sinto tontura e enjôo Zac, às vezes eu acho que eu vou desmaiar, vejo tudo girando!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Amanha vamos ao médico, não fica assim não eu... te...estou aqui com você paixão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não! prioridade é a Emily Talvez seja algo que estou comendo! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—A prioridade são as mulheres importantes na minha vida, Você e a Emily&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E a “Hilary” pensou Vanessa, sentido o perfume do marido, Vanessa tomou coragem e o beijou ao mesmo tempo em que acariciava o cabelo dele, e logo os dois se entregaram a uma paixão única e infinita...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Gente da uma forçinha no meu Tumblr:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myazinhah.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;http://myazinhah.tumblr.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Eu fiz ele ontem &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; gente eu vou deixar ali do lado algo formas de vocês entrarem em contato comigo ok? beijão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Obrigado por comentar:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Paula: Alexandre agora ainda não aqui foi uma introdução mais pra frente ele apronta beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Evelly: concordo muito tolinha, ela um dia percebe vc vai ver obrigado beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Anonimo: ainda não só depois eu prometo que ela vai ficar sabendo mais agora vou ser um pouco mauzinha com vocês kkk beijão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;L♥ que bom que você gostou beijão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-628018293667787857?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/628018293667787857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=628018293667787857&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/628018293667787857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/628018293667787857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/06/noite-apos-do-banho-vanessa-pensou-em.html' title='Cap.22♥'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-6705590789681715000</id><published>2011-06-15T14:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T02:22:18.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap.21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sentindo o sangue ferver, Vanessa olhou para a platéia ali estava ele Alexandre, como ele estaria ali. Vanessa agora se sentia traidora. Alexandre tinha razão dizia que nunca tinha esquecido o seu primeiro amor, e agora ela comprovara que era verdade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa estava em uma área vip da platéia, Zac iria se apresentar Emily eufórica nem percebeu que estava sendo observada pelo o homem que assustava, no colo na mãe, estava agitada esperando pela hora de seu pai se apresentar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Estava tudo bem agora não importava, mais nada para ela, ainda gostava do Zac e não importava em ele não corresponde estaria com ele mesmo sabendo que ele não amava.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Uma náusea tomou conta de Vanessa, e agora ela não sabia distinguir se era do homem que agora&amp;nbsp; olhava para ela com tom ameaçador, se era de momentos anteriores. Faziam uma semana que ela sentia esses enjôos, que mantivera muito escondido não fazendo com que ninguém percebesse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O espetáculo acabou e pra Vanessa parecia ter durado uma hora a única parte que era um encanto era o Zac com sua habilidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Nanay vamos. &lt;strong&gt;—&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; Emily indicava ir até o&amp;nbsp; camarim para ver o seu pai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Vamos meu bebê &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; Elas andaram até o camarim, Vanessa ficou lívida ao ouvir a voz que vinha  dentro do camarim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— Eu te paguei bem para deixa - lá em paz! — falou Zac ríspido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— Claro que pagou, eu só vim aqui conhecer a Espanha! — Falou a Alexandre com certo tipo de malicia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— Deixe minha família em paz! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— Ai já é outro preço você não acha?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa não agüentou entrou no camarim com a sua filha e seus olhos cheios de lagrimas, como puderam os dois fazer isso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— vocês acham que eu sou o que uma mercadoria!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Olhando para os olhos de Zac as lágrimas, agora rolavam do rosto da Vanessa, que sinal de desespero iria correr mais Zac a segurou.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— Saía daqui agora! — Zac apontou para a porta que estava atrás de Alexandre expulsando ele que saiu deixando uma frase vaga &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: right 425.2pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— Nossa conversa não terminou…&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— Nanay não chora o Alexandre já foi o papai cuidou de nós! — a menina deu um beijo na mamãe deixando a bochecha de Vanessa marcada com um gloss de criança que Emily, tinha pedido para seu pai e agora não parava de passar nem um segundo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— &amp;nbsp;Filha por que você não vai assistir Televisão! —&amp;nbsp; indicou Zac apontando o aparelho que ficava no canto de seu camarim, e Emily deu um novamente outro beijo em sua mãe &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Vanessa sentiu o perfume que exalava do Zac, quando ele o abraçou, Vanessa sentia-se segura, mas ele pago um homem, será que deveria ter confiança nele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zac por que você isso comigo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh meu amor! Eu não aceitaria que você casa se com outro! —&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eles a beijou levando as alturas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp; Em casa nós conversamos. —&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa virou a encontro da bolsa! —&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Emily vamos!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa olhou em sentido para o sofá e estava ali a sua filha assistindo Tv, com toda sua ingenuidade, em seu mundinho perfeito, tentando entender o mundo dos adulto que era complicado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— Nanay amanhã eu vou pra escolinha dominical! — A menina riu ao ser pega no colo pelo pai e ser beijada por ele&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— Filha talvez você não entenda, pessoas diferente, e uma nova língua! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—“lodigo” que eu entendo! Eu já sei dizer “eu amo você” — a menina falou em espanhol o que admirou a mãe &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;—Onde você Aprendeu? — perguntou Vanessa, e agora saindo do camarim eles pareciam família perfeita sua linda filha, no colo do pai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;— Papai! — Vanessa sabia que Zac amava a sua filha, mais queria que ele a amasse, assim como destinava a sua filha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;"ixi eu estou sem posta perdoe pessoas eu não vou dizer que eu vou me retrata e postar todos os dias mais eu digo posto quando puder e desculpa se meu capitulo não saiu muito bom eu estou tentando melhorar beijos&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-6705590789681715000?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6705590789681715000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=6705590789681715000&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/6705590789681715000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/6705590789681715000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/06/cap21_65.html' title='Cap.21'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-8349908362528581806</id><published>2011-05-26T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T02:23:34.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 12.9pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quantas vezes com os olhos pequenos e&lt;br /&gt;tristes, e as lágrimas rolando em sua face, Sua alma em pranto clamava: “Por&lt;br /&gt;que tu não olhas para mim?” “Por que Senhor não falas comigo?” Perguntas que&lt;br /&gt;ficam povoando Cada vez mais, e logo fazendo você senti invadido por&lt;br /&gt;pensamentos ruins, pensamentos negativos para sua própria vida, Você não&lt;br /&gt;consegue enxerga prosperidade em nada que você faz ou&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;toca.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sem&lt;br /&gt;animo e sem forças, sua vida começa a se moldar em torno do seu fracasso. Da famosa&lt;br /&gt;frase “eu não consigo” “eu tenho medo” sem expectativa é como se sua vida&lt;br /&gt;existisse um vazio enorme em branco, e passasse meses e anos nada o preenchendo.&lt;br /&gt;Com ingratidão culpando tudo e todos. Você se esquece do verdadeiro amor de&lt;br /&gt;Deus, aquele que te livra do vale da sombra da morte, que mesmo você sendo&lt;br /&gt;infiel, ele está ali guardando os seus passos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E&lt;br /&gt;quando você não agüenta mais você grita “DE ONDE VIRÁ O MEU&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;SOCORRO&lt;/span&gt;?”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E aquela voz te Diz assim: Meu Socorro vem do&lt;br /&gt;senhor que fez o céu e a terra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E quando você pensa que a sua fé esta fraca,&lt;br /&gt;ali está Deus&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;para te amparar e mostra&lt;br /&gt;que ele é contigo. Só o Senhor sabe cada coração&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;,cada pensamento, Jesus te ama do jeito que&lt;br /&gt;você é não como homem quer que você seja.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“E não sede conformados com este&lt;br /&gt;mundo, mas sede transformados pela renovação do vosso entendimento, para que&lt;br /&gt;experimenteis qual seja a boa, agradável, e perfeita vontade de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;(Romanos 12:2)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Então quando você se sentir inútil para o resto&lt;br /&gt;da sociedade e que o mundo lhe da o valor que você merece. Saiba não tente se&lt;br /&gt;alegrar com as coisas ruins que este mundo tem a oferecer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Faça&lt;br /&gt;as coisas para a honra&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;e gloria do Senhor&lt;br /&gt;te ama Jesus!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Myah♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;eu já posto! o capitulo ah gente eu escrevi o texto de cima&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-8349908362528581806?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8349908362528581806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=8349908362528581806&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/8349908362528581806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/8349908362528581806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/05/reflexao.html' title='Reflexão'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-8977365152047702233</id><published>2011-05-19T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:25:05.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap.20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa não sabia de onde vinha toda aquela raiva, ela não percebia que sua irá era além daquele momento, A significativa vinha de ocasiões passadas. Vanessa sentiu o quanto estava autoritária, sentia-se a altura para encarar aquela mulher que, no passado &amp;nbsp;já havia a humilhado massacrado, indiretamente não havia sido a Alicie mais sabia o quão as duas eram parecidas, mentalmente,&amp;nbsp; pessoas fúteis, que o dinheiro é mais importante do que tudo na vida. Era refletido com clareza que o que Alicie queria era o dinheiro do Zac, os olhos dela não desejavam como homem e sim como fonte de vida estável. Mulher como ela sem escrúpulos que não da e nem embolsa prazer a homem nenhum, ao contrário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp; Meu Deus que menina ingênua você é! —&amp;nbsp; Alicie se levantou deixando seu corpo seminu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp;Se ingenuidade que você diz é tentar seduzir um homem casado&amp;nbsp; e se prostituir, nesse modo então eu sou ingênua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp; Maldita hora que você voltou. —&amp;nbsp;Murmurou &amp;nbsp;Alicie —&amp;nbsp;tudo ia tão bem sem você e seu bebezinho —&amp;nbsp; Vanessa percebeu o desdém de Alicie ao falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A raiva tomou conta de si, quando Vanessa se deu conta, estava agarrando Alicie pelo braço e com a outra jogou as roupas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;—Saía Daqui agora! —&amp;nbsp; Vanessa abriu a porta e jogou a roupas de sua rival no meio de sua porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp; Você não pode me deixar aqui! —&amp;nbsp; interveio Hilary quando Vanessa estava fechando a porta. —&amp;nbsp;Minha filha não por isso que você me deixou ficar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa perceberá o tanto que excedeu a sua Ira,ela então deixou Alicie pegar suas roupa e entra novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp;Saí da minha frente. —&amp;nbsp;Vanessa empurrou Alicie, e subiu a escada seguida pelo Zac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aquele era tão pequeno para os prantos de Vanessa, suas lágrimas de fúria rolavam com rapidez uma atrás da outra, lágrimas incolor, pesada de lembranças e humilhações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp; Hoje você pode tudo! —&amp;nbsp;Zac se aproximou de Vanessa e abraçou. Vanessa no primeiro momento sentiu segura naqueles braços, chorar no ombro dele era um alivio, e também um sinal de fraqueza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp; Eu perdi minha menina virando mulher, e agora mãe da minha filha Mãe da minha filha —&amp;nbsp; Zac segurou o queixo de Vanessa a fazendo fitá-lo. —&amp;nbsp; Seus olhos estão tão tristes desde o primeiro dia da sua volta, tenho saudades da Vanessa espontânea, alegre. —&amp;nbsp; Zac a beijou carinhosamente. —&amp;nbsp; No fundo eu sei que ela ainda se encontra ai, só que uma mágoa enorme ainda a sonda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Como Vanessa iria dizer que a aquela mágoa, era sobre Hilary, por ter amado a tanto, e por ainda amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp;Quem&amp;nbsp; sabe um&amp;nbsp; dia eu não te diga! —&amp;nbsp;Aquela frase saiu vazia…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp;Talvez esse dia seja hoje! —&amp;nbsp; Zac a trouxe mais perto aquela mulher que naquele momento queria amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac a conhecia tão bem, e não importava quantos anos a havia passado, ele a conhecia cada gesto a cada olhar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp; Hilary tem algo com isso não é! —&amp;nbsp;Vanessa fez menção de se afastar de Zac mais ele a puxou. —&amp;nbsp;Ao menos se você me deixa-se explicar! —&amp;nbsp;Zac a levantou e &amp;nbsp;a beijou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Os beijos cheios de significados para ambos, uma chama ressarcida ainda maior que antes, tomou conta e aquele quarto ficou pequeno&amp;nbsp; para eles, dois humanos querendo ser entregar a loucuras amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp; Zac, a Emily vai acordar assim! —&amp;nbsp; Vanessa proferiu com os braços enrolado no pescoço do amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Os dois voltaram a fitar a menina, que dormia silenciosamente em uma cama de casal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp; Coitada da minha princesa temos que fazer o quarto dos sonhos para ela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zac olhou para Vanessa e &amp;nbsp;viu-a olhando com ternura a filha que dormia, com olhar de mãe carinhoso que espessava amor por todos os poros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp;Eu quero um pouco deste amor para mim! —&amp;nbsp;Zac a beijou carregou no colo levando a outro quarto onde o não existia a o mundo e onde os dos se uniram a um entregando entrando novamente ao amor que estava guardado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Como eu sonhei com isso! —&amp;nbsp;proferiu Zac entres os cabelos —&amp;nbsp;Você abraçadinha a mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa suspirou no peitoral nu do seu amado sentido o calor e a transpiração dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Agora que você é minha! — Zac a beijou deixando bem claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Outro dia estava radiante, o sol brilhava tanto, ela parecia não estar a par com o relógio,o sol já estava mostrando a sua beleza logo de manhã. Para alegria de Vanessa Alicie tinha ido embora com sua filha Emanuelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Serio papai posso escolhe? — Emily estava animada quando Zac mostrará todas as cores para Emily, para pintar o quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Claro que sim meu amor, o quarto vai se todo seu! —Zac pegou a filha no colo e a beijou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“nanay um dia eu vou poder te o quato(quarto) axim(assim)” Vanessa lembrara como ela apontava a&amp;nbsp; ver alguns desenhos da princesa, Vanessa sabia o quanto era caro, e nunca poderia realizar o desejo da filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Nanay porque você está cholando? — a menina pediu colo pra mãe e logo secou as lagrimas da mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— nada mamãe só lembrou-se de algo. — Vanessa deu um beijo na testa&amp;nbsp; — vai lá com a Lupi meu amor ela fez um café da manha delicioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa colocou Emily no chão essa correu para cozinha deixando Zac e Vanessa a sós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Lembrou ou se arrependeu de algo! — Zac falou aflito, mas logo sentiu os braços dela envolvendo o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— só que é bom ver minha filha feliz, lembrei como ela queria um quarto das princesas, e agora você ta realizando este sonho dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— eu não. Nós estamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Os dois se beijaram um beijo calmo, explorando cada centímetro. Pararam ao ouvir um riso, que ao perceber que fora notada, Emily correu para cozinha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-8977365152047702233?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8977365152047702233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=8977365152047702233&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/8977365152047702233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/8977365152047702233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/05/cap20.html' title='Cap.20'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-787733446733595571</id><published>2011-05-19T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:24:27.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap. 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Alicie sentiu seu rosto ferver, e automaticamente uma das suas mãos tocou no rosto em chamas, que acabará de ser agredido. Vanessa não sabia que havia esse ódio dentro dela, um sorriso, quase passando despercebido a iluminou, sabia que agora era diferente, que não era a garota de tempos atrás que depois deste comentário choraria, mas agora não sentia coagida ou manipulada fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Zac, ai meu Deus olha que essa bruxa fez em Mim!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alicie agarrou em um dos braços de Zac.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Como você consegue conviver com ela?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Como Alice era cínica, agora dava de infeliz, fingindo lagrimas nos olhos e tudo. As lágrimas eram tão bem calculadas. Zac por outro lado não mostrou nenhuma compaixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Você mereceu! — Murmurou Zac abrindo a porta do carro e colocando Emily na cadeirinha.&amp;nbsp; — melhor vocês pararem com essa briga! — Fitou Alice com ódio — &amp;nbsp;entrem no carro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zac era to doce com as crianças Vanessa percebeu como ele carregou Emanuelly,&amp;nbsp; e proferiu algo que fez ela sorrir, gargalhada de criança é pura percebeu ao ver Zac fazendo cócegas em Emanuelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zac foi sentar no banco dianteiro, e Alicie se adiantou sentando ao lado de Zac. Cruzando as pernas se subindo um pouco o vestido vermelho. Vanessa teve que ir ao meio de Emily e Emanuelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Alicie, este é o lugar da minha esposa! — Zac olhou para Ela tirando as mãos do volante indicando que não iria dar partida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Zac pelo amor de Deus, você não vai ficar irritado por um lugar! — Alicie mostrou-se firme colocando o cinto de segurança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Alicie já estou perdendo a minha paciência! — Zac estava furioso e tudo que Vanessa queria era ir para casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Chega! Zac esquece isso, por favor, só me leva para casa — A voz de Vanessa era de magoa e Zac bem que queria entender o porquê daquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa não viu a hora passar estava conversando com Emanuelly. A garota era um doce nem parecia ter genes da mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Chegamos! — Zac olhava pelo retrovisor e olhava Vanessa falando com Emanuelly e Acariciando Emily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Agora que você já deixou sua “esposinha” — Naquela frase tinha um tom de cinismo, que situava naqueles lábios vermelhos. — Pode me deixar em casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Por que não falou antes ainda perguntei se você queria que eu te desse uma carona — O a boca máscula se curvou de raiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa reconheceu que aquela foi uma estratégia de mestre, assim ela poderia ficar sozinha com Zac. Vanessa não deixaria isso acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Não! —protestou Vanessa. — Zac não vai te levar, Jonas pode te levar! — Vanessa sorriu, tirou sua filha da cadeirinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jonas era um motorista particular de Zac, que às vezes bancava de segurança. Vanessa riu sozinha em pensar, de ver Alicie dando em cima de Jonas um homem não tão auto, gordo e faltando alguns dentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vou falar com ele! — Vanessa sentiu bem quando Zac acatou sua decisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Bem Vamos entrar então! — Alicie mudou de estratégia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vai chover é&amp;nbsp; melhor vocês irem agora! — Vanessa articulou fechando a porta do carro com suas filhas no braço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp; Que isso Vanessa, que péssima anfitriã você está sendo! — Alicie não sentia se nem um pouco incomodada, por não ser Bem vinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eles entraram na casa e Alicie, se instalou &amp;nbsp;e pegou um dos melhores champanhes. Vanessa já estava saturada daquela mulher, ela escolhera o momento ótimo para se instalar, e agora tudo que pretendia era passar a noite, e estava óbvio que&amp;nbsp; iria. O céu estava escuro, e às vezes da um clarão, relâmpagos pareciam estar perto e Emily á acordada estava agarrada em sua mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Mamãe ta aqui eu bebê! — Vanessa salpicou um beijinho na bochecha da filha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Impossivel irmos embora assim! —Proferiu Alicie levantando do sofá indo ver os relâmpagos. — Poderíamos dormir aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aquilo já tinha sido premeditado, ela começou achar pretexto já para dormir ali, Vanessa não tinha nenhuma dó de colocar aquela mulher ali na rua mais tinha compaixão de Emanuelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Sim! Claro você já estava premeditando isso mesmo.&amp;nbsp; — Vanessa caminhou para cozinha com sua filha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa sentou-se deu mamadeira para Emily,logo sentiu o do perfume de Zac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Você não está com a convidada? — O cinismo era claro na voz de Vanessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não Lupi está mostrando o quarto de hospedes. — Zac observava Sua filha tomar a mamadeira e imaginará como fora Vanessa alimentar aquela menina em seus seios ou os primeiros dentinhos, Zac havia perdido tantos momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ao dormir Emily se sentiu calma e não se importava com os trovoes, estava limpinha, e no meio de seus pais que a observava enquanto ela falava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Nanay eu não estou com sono! — Emily brincou com um das mechas do cabelo de sua mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Estranharia se estivesse você dormiu tanto meu amor! — Ela deu um beijo na testa da filha e o Zac observava a cena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando Emily finalmente cochilou, já era mais de meia noite. Vanessa estava com a garganta seca de tanto cantar, e conversar para Emily dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não podemos deixar ela dormir muito a tarde! — falou Zac amigável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Concordo! — Os dois riram, quando viram que Emily se mexeu eles voltam a ficar quietos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Ufa essa foi por pouco! — Falou Zac quando Emily respirou fundo e se alinhou. — Quer um copo de água?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Por favor! — Falou Vanessa simplesmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zac Desceu as escadas e se deparou com Alicie na sala de estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Nossa Zac você demorou! — Alicie se levantou e deixou o lençol cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Deixando o seu corpo só de lingerie, aquilo não causou nenhum impacto em Zac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Alicie sobe para o seu quarto agora. — mostrando ligeiramente irritado Zac virou se para cozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— ta com medo de que sua esposa vai pensar? — Alicie estava estranhamente irritada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;— Alicie, minha paciência esgotou,varias vezes deixei claro que não quero nada com você! — Zac voltou a se virar e quando Alicie começou a gritar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Oh Zac, Meu Deus Zac! — Quando ouviu alguns passos na escada Alicie se jogou para cima de Zac. — Vanessa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Zac não acreditou que aquilo estava acontecendo, de novo não, ele amava Vanessa mais o destino conspirava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu posso explicar Vanessa! — Zac falou se aproximando dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não Zac você não pode explicar, pois eu Vi tudo. — Vanessa desceu as escadas lentamente e ficou de frente a Alicie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Zac, Por favor, Cansei de ficar escondendo! — Alicie&amp;nbsp; foi para perto do Zac mais antes Vanessa segurou pelo braço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu não te coloco para fora desta casa porque eu tenho dó da Emanuelly, Vanessa jogou Alicie para cima do sofá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Me diz o que vocês estavam fazendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu estava esperando o Zac como combinado que ele disse que iria descer essa hora, e estávamos quase… mas eu me excedi um pouco você acabou ouvindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa voltou olhar para Zac ele parecia desolado, Vanessa viu se levantando e indo subindo as escadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Aonde você vai? — Vanessa perguntou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— é inútil eu ficar aqui você não vai acreditar na minha versão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Espere! — Vanessa Exclamou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Meu Desejo é encher você de tapas! —Vanessa se referiu a Alicie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Quantos aninhos você tem vinte e dois ou vinte três? —&amp;nbsp; Alicie falou com censura. — Garota acorda seus contos de fadas Zac tem &amp;nbsp;Trinta e cinco anos,uma década mais velho que você, ele precisa de Alguém mais experiente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanessa fechou olhos já ouvira aquelas palavras antes, que Zac era bem mais velho que ela isso a deixava mal mais agora não mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Ele nunca reclamou e não se sente carente pois ele não correu para os seus braços! — Vanessa deu um sorriso triunfal — Eu estava na escada tempo todo observando e vi como ele te ignorou e como você ficou nervosa com isso e como você se jogou para ele, e se Zac havia combinado com você por que ele se comprometeu a me levar um copo de água…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-787733446733595571?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/787733446733595571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=787733446733595571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/787733446733595571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/787733446733595571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/05/cap-19.html' title='Cap. 19'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-2171235688963914407</id><published>2011-05-19T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:23:34.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap.18♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divulgação:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://zanessainlove.zip.net/" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://zanessainlove.zip.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Tudo ocorrerá bem no hospital, Emily encarou bem no colo do pai á visita ao médico; esse era especialista em criança como Emily, e a deixou mais à-vontade comprando-a com pirulitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;O médico fez todo o procedimento como pediatra, medindo Emily pesando e outras coisas do gênero, enquanto conversa com os pais&amp;nbsp; sobre a cirurgia que seria lenta por se trata de uma criança muito nova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nanay&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Falou a menina fazendo um protesto quando estavam voltando para casa. Zac colocou a menina no colo da mãe assim, como Emily exigiu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa a pegou no colo e entrou na casa, Hilary estava sentada no sofá branco que ficava na sua sala de estar, Parecia a mesma de dois anos atrás. Com uma taça de champanhe entre uma das mãos, seu vestido era um vermelho e suas unhas da mesma cor para combinar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Zac!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Exclamou a Hilary se levantando, ao vê-lo entrar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Meu querido!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;licença eu vou subir!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Falou Vanessa com Emily no colo, subiu as escadas rapidamente, ouviu Zac Exclamar seu nome mais isso não fez&amp;nbsp; olhar para trás, seus olhos estavam cheios de lagrimas e não iria dar o saboroso prazer de sua rival.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Nanay ta bem? —Perguntou a menina inocente, que com sua mãozinha limpou algumas lagrimas de sua mãe. — Eu ti amo muitão, Axim. — Emily abriu os braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Eu também te amo muito! — Vanessa riu ao ver a filha demonstrando o tanto que ela a amava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa deu banho em Emily, que por curiosidade perguntou quem era a mulher que estava&amp;nbsp; naquele momento na sala com seu pai, e Vanessa explicou que era uma amiga de Zac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Logo as duas desceram e não se depararam com Zac ou com sua “visita” Hilary então foi quando Lupita entrou na sala de estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Senhora Efron! Acabei de fazer a vitamina de Emily! — Proferiu ela pegando a menina no colo. — Posso&amp;nbsp; servi-la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Você faz esse favor para mim? — Vanessa deu um beijo na testa de Emily. — Meu anjinho, Lupita vai servi sua vitamina pra você ficar fortinha obedece ela em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Vitamininha! — A menina deu um beijo na bochecha de Lupita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa e Lupita riram do ato de Emily, logo Lupita levou Emily até a cozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa não iria deixar a situação assim, não podia correr mais, tinha que mostra a Hilary que tinha uma rival a altura e não iria se amedrontar,por aquela visita. Vanessa chegou até o escritório de Zac, e ficou com medo do que iria encontrar ali dentro, Vanessa Clamou a Deus para não ver uma cena de romance, dentro daquela sala, quando abriu a porta encontrou Zac sentado em sua mesa e Hilary do outro lado sentada&amp;nbsp; em frente ao Zac; Esse estava olhando uns papeis que estava em cima da mesa, mais agora olha dele se voltou para Vanessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Amor. — Vanessa proferia igual a dois anos atrás tentará ser uma ótima atriz para com sua rival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Você não pode se anunciar antes de entrar, não vê que eu e o Zac estamos em uma conversa particular. — sua rival parecia incomodada com sua presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Eu sou esposa dele, eu não preciso me apresentar! — Vanessa parecia confiante no que estava fazendo, Zac parecia não acreditar no que estava acontecendo com sua amada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Ela tem toda Razão ela é minha esposa! — Falou Zac se levantando, não demorou muito para Zac entender o que Vanessa estava fazendo, Zac ficou feliz será que sua amada estava demonstrando ciúmes? Zac estendeu a mão e Vanessa segurou e o abraçou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— O que devo a sua visita em nossa casa? — Vanessa proferiu com ênfase “nossa”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu só vim falar com Zac — Falou ela se levantando. — Zac, por favor, reconsidere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Hilary e pegou a bolsa e foi saindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu te acompanho até a porta!&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;— interveio Vanessa. As duas saíram silenciosamente da sala e quando chegou perto Vanessa segurou o ombro de Hilary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu Quero que você deixe meu marido em paz! — Vanessa proferiu com convicção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— O que aconteceu com a Vanessa que o abandonou? —Perguntou Hilary com ironia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Ela cresceu está aqui na sua frente, agora deixe meu marido em paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vanessa, Vanessa, Você me surpreende sabia! Se você vê-se uma cena como aquela o que você faria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Tiraria você da minha casa arrancando seus cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vanessa, parece que você não é mais a mocinha ingênua de antes não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Suma da minha casa! — Vanessa a soltou essa foi embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa voltou a escritório de Zac este estava parado no mesmo lugar como se já a espera-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu estou indo ao estábulo! — Falou convicto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Você vai competir mesmo? — “Que pergunta idiota” pensou Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Sim vou! — Zac saiu passando por ela. — Me deseje sorte Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Vanessa” aquela palavra saiu tão sem sentido para ela, era raro quando Zac a chamava assim ele nunca havia saído sem pelo menos tentar beija – lá, Quando Vanessa percebeu que estava ansiando um beijo dele se repudiou mentalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Obrigado por comentar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-2171235688963914407?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2171235688963914407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=2171235688963914407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/2171235688963914407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/2171235688963914407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/05/cap18.html' title='Cap.18♥'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-1480471750811450902</id><published>2011-05-19T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:21:20.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap.17♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Desculpa pelo copo. — Proferiu Vanessa recuando, enquanto Zac vinha em sua direção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Esqueça-o, Está casa é mais sua do que minha. — Quando não tinha para onde Vanessa se esquivar, Zac puxou para si e a beijou, Fazendo com que o corpo de Vanessa vibra-se ao sentir o toque dos lábios dele. O ritmo era Avassalador, Zac beijava como um tigre indomado cheios de desejos. &amp;nbsp;Vanessa, no entanto, essa respondia as caricias de Zac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Zac é melhor eu subir. — falou se desvencilhando do beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vai tentar fugir de mim, Gatinha. — Falou Zac prensando ela na parede. — Não esqueça que estamos no mesmo Quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Como ela podia esquecer? Se ele abalava seu sono, fazendo ficar acordada a madrugada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Zac, Por favor… — Suplicou Vanessa, mas essa logo foi interrompida um sinal de Silencio, Zac começou beijar o pescoço dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Oh, minha Morena. — Ele pegou uma das mãos dela e colocou em seu Tórax, Vanessa pode sentir a batidas do coração de Zac que estava acelerado, assim como a dela, sua respiração profunda e o desejo do corpo dele tocar ao seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Quem estamos querendo enganar? — Segredou Zac em seu ouvido, pegou ela no colo e quando Vanessa ia protesta Zac a beijou. — Psiu, Vai acordar nosso anjinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac levou como extremo cuidado para o quarto, como se fosse à jóia mais preciosa. O silencio da Madrugada invadia o quarto o luar longe era que eles avistavam, estava tão bonito. E Começaram os beijos cheios de significados, no clímax do momento fizeram algumas juras de amor, Sentia o tórax nu de Zac, e suas mãos acariciava partes do corpo, Fazendo Vanessa delirar de prazer, Nos braços daquele homem, másculo, Vanessa sentia protegida e ainda sim Uma mulher, o Calor dos corpos inundavam o quarto, as caricias cheias de amor e magia. Zac a despiu com carinho ela fez o mesmo o deixando assim como vieram ao mundo, Zac puxou para si com paixão e carinho e uniram eles em um só, um só corpo, Zac era cuidadoso, Vanessa era tão frágil assim como uma porcelana Caríssima, que todo o cuidado é pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Minha morena. — Zac sussurrou, Vanessa sentiu a boca de Zac tocar em sua pele macia, saciando todo seu desejo fazendo com que eles chegassem ao clímax…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu te amo! — Vanessa falou cheia de amor na Voz e assim caiu sobre ele exausta, esse prontamente a abraçou e acariciou os cabelos negros dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Oh, Princesa eu também te amo! — Zac deu um beijo nos cabelos de Vanessa, mas essa estava muito cansada não teve tempo de raciocinar aquela frase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa fora primeira acorda, o céu estava preto as nuvens estavam carregadas, não parecia uma manha muito bonita. Mas mudou o foco e olhou o homem com quem tinha feito amor ontem esse estava dormindo, Vanessa não resistiu e começou a fazer festinhas no cabelo dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Oi minha gatinha! — Falou Zac carinhoso — Vanessa rapidamente tirou as mãos do cabelo dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vou ver a Emily. — Vanessa se levantou, pegou a camisola que estava no chão e vestiu enquanto Zac assistia sem dizer nada, logo ela saiu do quarto…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Emily estava dormindo como anjo, seu cabelo loiro estava desalinhado no travesseiro, a respiração estava leve, estava com a chupeta na boca algo que era difícil dela larga a noite. Logo ouviu a porta ser empurrada e Zac entrou, ele estava sem camisa, e com uma bermuda azul escura, neste momento Vanessa estava perto da filha fazendo festinha nos cabelos loiros dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Por que você se faz de indiferente ao amanhecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac se aproximou de Vanessa, e acariciou os cabelos delas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Zac chega ta. — Falou ela tirando a mãos deles que naquele momento fazia festinha em seu cabelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac não se deu por vencido e a puxou para si, seus lábios quase colaram Vanessa sentiu o corpo quente no dele, isso fez sua respiração ficar mais profunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Por que você faz isso comigo? — sussurrou Zac no ouvido dela. — Tudo que você proferiu ontem para mim era mentira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Nem lembro que eu te disse! — Mentiu Vanessa, tentando parecer indiferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— está bem! — não se conformou Zac. — Vou pensar em outras coisas, como hoje à noite vou me apresentar… — Vanessa o interrompeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Mas você nem se concentrou nem treinou. — Vanessa falou trêmula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu não tive tempo. — falou ele, isso vez Vanessa se sentir culpada achando que por seu comportamento Zac não havia treinado. — mas, eu tenho certeza que estou preparado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Emily neste momento se mexeu e atenção foi voltada para ela, letamente ela foi abrindo os olhos e Vanessa foi até a janela e abriu as cortinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Bom dia meu anjo. — Saudou Zac indo perto de Emily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Bom dia Papai. — ela disse com os olhos abertos acariciando o rosto de seu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Hoje era a primeira consulta de Emily, Zac lembrará, tudo iria correr bem tinha certeza…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;O carro estacionou e Vanessa pode ver a casa, que a entristecia que um dia paraíso e no outro virou seu pior pesadelo e agora estaria ela morando nela novamente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;O céu quase sem estrelas, a noite escura sem luar sem brilho, parecia que tudo ao seu redor estava sem vida, o silencio que pairava, ali ambos estava incomodados, quando os olhares visaram um ao outro, Zac suspirou Cansado, colocando os pensamentos nas alturas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— O que eu faço para ter sua confiança? — Ele Falou com olhos fechados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa por sua vez ficou calada. “confiança”, ele já havia conquistado no passado agora ela não iria cometer o mesmo erro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac saiu do carro, e abriu a porta para Vanessa sair, logo pegou sua filha e a embalou em seus braços, e os dois mais Emily que estava no sonho profundo no colo do pai entraram na casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vou colocar Emily em um dos quarto, mas isso será provisoriamente, amanha mesmo iremos decorar um quarto para ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac subiu as escadas e Vanessa ficou parada olhando o telefone que estava no gancho e as palavras ecoavam em sua mente “ Aqui é a Hilary Duff queridinha”. Mas Zac dissera que era um processo deveria confiar nele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vanessa! — ele a chamou. Vanessa nem notara a presença dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Hã? Oi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Precisamos conversa. — ele chegou para perto dela onde ela podia sentir o perfume dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— você não precisa me dar satisfações — ela falou dando um leve passo para trás, aquele homem abalava todos os seus sentidos novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu sou seu marido. — Zac sussurrou e puxou-a para si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Oh como os lábios dela eram macios “pensou Zac” e esses estavam respondendo as suas caricias, que saudade tinha do toque daqueles lábios desenhado por anjos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— você é só minha de mais ninguém. — Zac a puxou pela cintura e fixou nos olhos dela. — não importa onde você for eu vou te trazer de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— me solta Zac! — ela gritou, mas ele ignorou a declaração. — Preciso dormi estou cansada. — ela mudou de estratégia não queria dialogar com aquele homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac a pegou no colo e levou ao quarto ignorando os protestos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— O que é isso? — proferiu Vanessa quando eles entraram no quarto que já compartiram no passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— “isso” é nosso quarto, Falou ele indo em direção a cama. — Eu não acho que você tenha esquecido. — ele deu umas batidinhas no do lado onde havia deitado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu não vou dormir aqui, ainda mais com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Oh querida esse é meu direito de marido, você me privou dele durante dois anos! — ele falou Ríspido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Está bem, ela foi até um sofá que tinha no quanto do quarto e pegou Varias almofadas e dividiu o meio da cama. — Resolvido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— se é deste jeito que você quer. — falou Zac tratando com indiferença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu vou me banhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Irei tomar banho no outro quarto. — Disse o Zac se levantando e deixando Vanessa sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Tomar um banho a relaxaria pensou ela, os problemas estavam em demandas, mas agora tinha que focar em Emily, estava com Zac por causa de sua filha, ele era o único que podia ajudá-las, seria verdade mesmo? Ou é só um pretexto para ela confundir sua consciência, será que Ela sentia algo por aquele homem…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Sim — O pensamento foi tão forte que Vanessa por um momento achou que havia pronunciado aquela palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Já despida entrou na água da banheira quente cheia de espuma e relaxou seu corpo, mas por um momento pensou nos momentos felizes que passaram naquela casa anos atrás e como os dois antigamente, ficavam juntos naquela banheira, depois de uma noite de caricias e amor sem fim. O corpo másculo e nu daquele homem veio em seus pensamentos. Vanessa mordeu o lábio interior, ao ver que pensava em Zac mais do que queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Depois de minutos de banho Vanessa saiu e Zac já estava na ponta do lado dele da cama, ele a analisou tanto que por um momento Vanessa pensou que estava nua sentiu que seu vestido de seda não esconderá nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Se eu passar da minha parte a culpa é sua — Falou ele&amp;nbsp; dando um sorriso maroto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa ignorou apagou o abajur de deitou em seu lado. Mesmo os travesseiros impedindo que os dois fossem a encontro, Vanessa sentia o corpo de Zac perto dela ou seria impressão? Depois de algumas horas virando de um lado para o outro, o sono parecia que não queria vir, estava atônita com o homem que estava do outro lado da cama, não teve duvida, saiu da cama sem fazer barulho, foi no quarto de sua filha deu uma olhada nela e depois a&amp;nbsp; beijou na testa, logo após desceu a cozinha beber água, talvez depois consiga dormir um pouco ”pensou ela” .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Abrindo a porta da geladeira colocou a água no copo, começou a sentir aquela água gelada e refrescante passar pela sua garganta seca, ao terminar de saciar aquela água ela &amp;nbsp;encontrou Zac na porta de braços cruzado. O espanto foi grande que deixou o copo cair no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não se mova. — Disse Zac indo até ela prestando atenção nos cacos que estava no chão. — Pelo menos uma vez da para você obedecer a uma ordem minha. — ele proferiu isso quando Vanessa começou andar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Mas logo Vanessa estava, colo de Zac ele , a colocou no outro lado da cozinha onde não tinha vidros…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Aquelas palavras foram como piadas para Vanessa. “casa” desde quando poderia chamar de lar ou casa um lugar que só trazia sofrimento, onde as lembranças do Passado pairavam em cada cômodo trazendo desconforto, e aquela mulher ligará em uma hora tão inoportuna, fazendo lembra-se do que havia acontecido, ele ainda manterá contato com elas. As lágrimas ameaçaram brotar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Casa? — repetiu ela em ironicamente. — Não considero aquilo como casa. Não vou a lugar algum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— é o que vamos ver. — ouve um Tom desafiador na voz dele, Ele subiu as escadas para os quartos com Emily no colo, só assim Vanessa suspirou e caiu no sofá, Ao abrir os olhos Zac estava com algumas malas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—O que é isso? — Gritou Vanessa, se levantando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Se não vai por bem! — ele virou em sentido a porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ela correu e segurou uma das malas, com intuito de pegar suas coisas, seria inútil, ele era muito mais forte que ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vanessa Solte! — ele falou calmo, respirando profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Zac eu não quero ir me entenda. — Ela suplicou com as lágrimas nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu sou seu marido Vanessa! — ele voltou a Falar com veemência puxou as malas, e saiu para colocar no carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa sem pensar duas vezes fechou a porta da sala deixando pelo lado de fora, quem ela queria enganar agora sim parecia uma criança não daria motivo para ele chamá-la de infantil, suspirou ela encarando a realidade e abrindo a porta, depois de alguns minutos ele entrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vou pegar Emily! — Falou ele passando por ela. — Fale com sua tia Margaret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac subiu primeiro, e Vanessa depois subiu a te o quarto de Margaret, abriu a porta lentamente e viu a tia acordada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Entre querida — Disse a tia encorajando. — está bem? — perguntou a Tia quando Vanessa sentou na beira da cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Tia eu não sei que eu faço. — Vanessa cobriu o rosto com as mãos. — Hoje eu ouvi a Voz da Hilary, eles ainda estão juntos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Isso não é Verdade. — Vanessa viu a porta se abrir o Zac entrou ele estava atrás da porta este tempo todo, como pode invadir a privacidade dela assim, e ainda naquele momento que ela estava fraca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Oh minha morena sempre tirando conclusões precipitadas das coisas, ele se ajoelhou perto dela. — Estamos com processo, ela deve ter sido por causa da audiência. — ele deu um beijo em sua testa. — Em casa conversaremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— não se esqueçam de fechar a porta e de me visitar. — Falou Margaret quando Vanessa deu um beijo de despedida &amp;nbsp;e saiu do quarto junto com Zac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;No carro Emily estava dormindo perfeitamente no colo de Vanessa, o silencio era tanto que conseguiam ouvir o barulhos dos grilos, até Zac da a partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Que bom que mudou de idéia — Ele falou para puxar um assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— eu lá tive escolha. — ela cortou com estas palavras deixando o caminho para casa silencioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-3723095107005089294?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3723095107005089294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=3723095107005089294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/3723095107005089294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/3723095107005089294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/05/cap15.html' title='cap.15♥'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-8019999643815143002</id><published>2011-05-19T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:19:26.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap.14♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Hilary” aquele nome era como, coma dinamite, fazia o coação de Vanessa Explodir de tristeza ao lembra o quanto fora tonta em acreditar no Zac naquele momento, e como estava sendo boba agora fazendo Zac entra novamente em sua vida, mas agora tinha uma linda filha, antes abaixará a cabeça aos comentários que sua sogra fazia sobre ela, dizendo que Hilary seria uma ótima esposa para Zac. Agora já era madura e não via motivos de esta a mercê daquela mulher que estava do outro lado da linha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— O Zac não está e não vai ver você tão cedo. — Respondeu Vanessa Ríspida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Querida eu não estou aqui para falar com você e sim com ele — Hilary desligou o telefone antes de ouvir uma resposta de Vanessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa piscou constantemente para que as lágrimas não rolassem em seu rosto, deu um sorriso ao ver a filha entretida vendo as fotos de seu pai,em cima de um touro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vamos embora querida agora! — Vanessa a pegou no colo e alisou os cabelos loiros da filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Mas “Nanay” o papai disse… — A menina não pode terminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— a Mamãe sabe que o papai disse, mas é que a mamãe precisa voltar lembra agente ainda tem que falar com a vovó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— num da pra fala daqui “nanay”? — Argumento a menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa fez um sinal de negativo com a cabeça, deu um beijo na testa da filha, Vanessa fora rápida para que Lupi não chegasse a tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Fugindo novamente,não era sensato,quanto tempo ela iria ficar fugindo a vida intera, logo Depois de muita caminhada e diversão, em mostra a cidade para Emily Vanessa voltou para casa de sua Tia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vanessa Hudgens! — Exclamou Ashley ao ver a linda menina de olhos azuis no colo da mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— meu Deus ela é idêntica ao pai, como você pode me esconder sua filha! — Vanessa perceber que Ashley estava com seu filho Henrique, ele agora parecia com o pai, cabelos escuros traços fortes sem duvida Parecia filho de Jared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vanessa colocou Emily no chão, e a menina deu um longo sorriso pra Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;— Meu Deus que fofa.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;— Exclamou ela. — Deixa a Monique saber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;As duas conversaram enquanto, Henrique e Emily ficavam grudados nas mães, eles não podiam dialogar, ao anoitecer Ashley Saiu Com Henrique. E Vanessa&amp;nbsp; deu um banho em sua filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Logo quando Emily já estava pronta, com o pijama ela não estava com sono estava lembrando de tudo que havia acontecido, Elas ficaram na sala e Vanessa fez com que Emily dormi-se, quando Vanessa ia levar Emily para o quarto a Companhia tocou. Ao abrir a porta Zac entrou furioso, sem mesmo ter sido convidado para entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Você me deve uma explicação razoável — Falou Zac ríspido Cruzando os braços. — Eu cansei da suas atitudes infantis quanto tempo vai fugir, você não é mais uma adolescente e agora suas decisões podem afetar Emily nossa filha. — ele praticamente gritou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu não sei porque confiei em você — Falou ela com raiva pelo fato de ele ter chamado de criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu não sou um mostro em suas historias em quadrinho e você não é mais nenhuma criança entenda — Ele voltou a repetir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Eles começaram e discutir e colocar a culpa e apontando os defeitos, um incriminando o outro pararam ao ouvir o choro que no começo era fraco mas agora parecia um choro forçado e os dois olharam para menina que chorava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Meu amor! — Vanessa pegou a no colo. Ta tudo bem — ela deu um beijo na testa e olhou com veemência para o Zac — Está vendo o que você fez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— O que eu fiz Vanessa olha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;A menina começou a chorar novamente e a atenção fora para ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Venha para o papai meu amor. —&amp;nbsp; Zac pegou, mesmo Vanessa não querendo. — Tudo vai ficar meu anjinho — ele beijou a testa da menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— não briga com a “nanay” papai. —os olhos dela estavam com muitas lágrimas. Zac olhou para a Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— O&amp;nbsp; papai promete meu bem. Era só a Mamãe não ter saído de&amp;nbsp; lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—mas é que ela veio falar com a vovó — Falou a menina docemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vamos esquecer isso minha princesinha! Descanse meu bem — ele beijou a&amp;nbsp; testa dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Quando a menina voltou a dormi no colo do pai ele disse autoritário para Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Arrume suas coisas, iremos para casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080951840071303179-8019999643815143002?l=zaknessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8019999643815143002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2080951840071303179&amp;postID=8019999643815143002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/8019999643815143002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2080951840071303179/posts/default/8019999643815143002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaknessa.blogspot.com/2011/05/cap14.html' title='Cap.14♥'/><author><name>MyaH♥ Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00972518172933341067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OtmZv45Mn8I/TIkgDt1nkII/AAAAAAAAANk/xd-BcOEJTzQ/S220/mm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080951840071303179.post-3320485785579164394</id><published>2011-05-18T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T16:43:47.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap.13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Filha ele é seu pai! Meu bebê&amp;nbsp; o Zac é seu pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa abraçou a filha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— “nanay”… — Emily chorava de alegria, pois ela queria um pai igual a ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Filha, perdoa a “nanay” por não ter contado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Neste momento o Zac entrou no quarto…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Você também chorando Anjinho? — perguntou Zac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vanessa beba um pouco disto fará bem! — Zac entregou o&amp;nbsp; copo com uma bebida com cheiro não muito bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—isso é horrível — Vanessa fez menção de vomitar isso fez Emily ri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— bebe “nanay” não é tão ruim “axim” — Emily disse do mesmo modo que ela fazia quanto tinha que dar remédio pra ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa bebeu&amp;nbsp; tudo,&amp;nbsp; e logo estava se sentiu melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Milagre! — falou Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— é o melhor remédio para ressaca. — falou Zac. — mais por que estava chorando meu anjinho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Papai! — Ecoou lentamente dos lábios de Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Essa palavra fez com que os olhos de Zac enchesse de lagrimas, ela o reconhece-se como pai&amp;nbsp; não podia ser melhor, aquela voz doce de criança o chamando de pai, era de Emily sua filha, que mais do que nunca iria protegê-la…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— você me chamou de… — Persistiu Zac não acreditando, as lágrimas já rolavam pelas suas faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Papai, “a nanay” disse — confirmou a menina a frase que ele queria ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac pegou Emily no colo que também estava chorando, deu um beijo carinhoso na testa dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— sim sou eu, eu sou seu papai! — Zac falou calmo não contido pelas lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Emily enrolou os braços&amp;nbsp; no pescoço de Zac…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Papai prometi que não vai deixa agente. — Falou Emily calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Prometo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac sussurrou no ouvido da filha que continuou a chorar, ao saber que Zac era seu pai, era mágico está com ele, ele era tão legal para ela era como havia sonhado um papai do sonho de uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu te amo meu anjinho — Zac falou para Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Mas aquelas palavras comoveram Vanessa, quando estavam juntos Zac Dizia que a amava fora tola de acreditar, As palavras sem serventia que saía da boca dele, sem profundidade, a fim de enganar, esperava que pelo menos com Emily mostra-se um amor sincero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vocês duas são as coisas mais importante na minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac olhou ao relógio viu que faltava pouco para as quatro da tarde a hora que teria que conversa com o medico, que talvez cuidasse de Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu preciso sair — falou Zac dando um beijo na testa de filha — mas o papai volta rapidinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— voltaremos para casa — protestou Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— A casa de vocês agora é aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Serio? — Gritou Emily Eufórica — é Tão “gandona”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Sim é nossa, eu quero que vocês fiquem aqui, Emily não deixe mamãe querer ir embora combinado? — Zac piscou pra Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—combinado Papai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac beijou Emily logo colocou do lado De Vanessa, Zac tentou dar um beijo em Vanessa, mas ela logo virou o rosto Zac não deu por vencido Segurou o queixo dela e a beijou. Logo Depois Zac saiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— filha meu amor agente precisa ir pra casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— “nanay” lembra que o papai Falou — Disse a menina autoritária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa riu por um momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— A mamãe precisa vestir uma roupa está bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Tá bom “nanay”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa levou Emily com ela ao quarto de um dia já fora dela e do seu marido e abriu o guarda roupas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Nossa “nanay” que vestidos lindos — falou Emily boquiaberta — papai te deu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;A maioria ela havia comprado, mas alguns a presenteou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa não pegou nenhum vestido e sim vestiu uma blusa rosa de alças e um short para deixá-la confortável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vamos descer &amp;nbsp;vou fazer algo para você beber meu amor — Falou Vanessa pegando no colo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Elas desceram as escadas, e foram para cozinha onde encontraram Lupita na cozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Senhora Efron — Vanessa estranhou — O senhor Efron disse que a vocês &amp;nbsp;estão bem, será um prazer servir vocês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Obrigado Lupita, por Favor, só me chame de Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu estou indo ao mercado estou com a lista, mas antes posso ajudar você em algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— não obrigado pode ir lá só vou preparar uma vitamina para minha filha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Então estou indo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Lupita Saiu Emily não tinha entendido nada pois a conversa estava em espanhol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa deu um beijinho na ponta do nariz de Emily — minha lindinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Após de Fazer a vitamina para menina, Emily tomou lentamente, logo as duas estavam no sofá e Vanessa começou a contar uma historia para Emily de princesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;O telefone Tocou e Vanessa atendeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Alô — proferiu ela esperando a outra voz na linha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Lupita e deste modo que você atende ao telefone? — Falou uma voz Feminina Do outro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não é a Lupita que está Falando é a Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vanessa? — Voz da moça saiu espantada &amp;nbsp;— Aqui é Hilary Duff Queridinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Alice levantou-se ainda com queixo empinado e saiu de cabeça erguida, e Lupi fechou a porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac levou Vanessa e Emily para o quarto dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Vamos deixar o nosso anjinho aqui! — Zac depositou Emily cuidadosamente Na cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa começou a chorar ao lembra-se do comentário daquela mulher Zac ao perceber a abraçou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Minha Querida, por que o choro. — ele beijou de leve seus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Zac, se você acha que Emily não é sua filha podemos… — Zac Silenciou Com um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Meu amor! — repreendeu&amp;nbsp; carinhosamente. — ela tem minha personalidade, é loira como eu quando olhos os olhos dela, parece um reflexo do meu, não tem como desconfiar de você, não devia se abalar com aquela louca disse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa ficou abraçada com Zac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Vamos precisa tomar algo com álcool ta muito abalada meu amor! — Zac desceu Com Vanessa, para a sala, pegou duas taças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Alguma bebida em especial? — perguntou ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—só Licor de malte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac serviu para os dois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa ao tomar três taças já estava mais alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Obrigado Zac! — Agradeceu ela enquanto sentava no colo dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— não tem o que agradecer. —Vanessa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; se serviu com mais um pouco de Licor. — Você não deveria beber mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Estou bem! — falou ela perto da boca do Zac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— você não pode me provocar&amp;nbsp; assim. — beijou de leve os lábios rosados dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa bebeu, colocou a taça na mesinha de centro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Zac você me acha bonita? — perguntou ela querendo ganhar um elogio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Bonita é pouco Você é linda é maravilhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Aquela mulher é sua amante Zac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Ciúmes? Minha gatinha Selvagem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— se eu dizer que estou? — Vanessa o provocou, desamarrando a&amp;nbsp; gravata dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Não, ela não é minha amante! — Zac percebeu que Vanessa não estava no estado cônscio. — Minha gatinha, eu adoro quando você está assim, mas você sabe que eu não quero aproveitar de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Seu desejo por mim acabou Zac? — ela fez biquinho. — Você não me deseja quanto dizia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— você sabe que não é verdade, desejo tanto você que chega até doer. — ele puxou para si. — não me provoca deste jeito morena, depois vamos nos arrepender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— me leva lá pra cima. — ela sussurrou no ouvido dele ele não agüentou pegou-a no colo e levou para o quarto de hóspede, pois Emily estava dormindo no quarto dele. Zac colocou Vanessa delicadamente na cama, e ficou em cima dela, os risos que ecoava da boca de Vanessa inundava o desejo de Zac, ela delicadamente abria os botões da camisa do Zac, esse inundou a boca dela com um beijo, que descia até o pescoço dela. Ela suspirava de prazer. Ele tirou a sua camisa deixando seu peitoral exposto Vanessa beijou e também começou a mordiscá-lo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Oh minha gatinha. —O proferiu enquanto tira a blusa dela. —Você me deixa louco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac ficou impressionado, acariciou seus bustos passando os lábios mordiscando os deixando rígidos, Vanessa gemia de desejo. Zac levantou tirou o cinto e a calça rapidamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— oh Vanessa. —Ele lentamente deslizou o short de Vanessa revelando uma calcinha de seda vermelha. — Minha Delicia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Zac novamente tocou no corpo todo de Vanessa explorando cada pedaço, Vanessa também o provocava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Eu não agüento mais! —Vanessa deu um sorriso arteiro tirou lentamente a cueca dele, o deixando como veio o mundo, Zac deitou ao lado dela e tirou a ultima peça para ver o corpo dela,&amp;nbsp; e assim colocou em cima de si e a uniu em um só corpo novamente, Zac ali percebeu como ela era delicada, seu rostinho angelical, o torturava, aqueles pequenos lábios rosados, parecia ter dezoito anos. Aquele corpo frágil, ele a possuía com tanto carinho, como que nunca quisesse se separar eles chegaram ao clímax juntos, Vanessa caiu em cima dele, pois estava cansada mais ele o acolheu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—Oh meu amor, não deixarei você fugir nunca mais. — Zac acariciou os cabelos dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa sentia sua cabeça doer, não muito e com isto ela dormiu, ao acorda ela sentiu sua cabeça explodir, estava sozinha em uma cama imensa, e&amp;nbsp; quando a coberta caiu deu um grito de decepção ao ver sua nudez.&amp;nbsp; Ela se sufocou com o travesseiro&amp;nbsp; que estava do lado ao lembra do que tinha feito, e por sinal o travesseiro estava com cheiro dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ela se levantou enrolada no lençol,&amp;nbsp; e saiu do quarto ao ouvir gargalhadas&amp;nbsp; vindo do outro quarto, entrou&amp;nbsp; e viu Emily e Zac brincando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— “Nanay” acordou — disse a menina eufórica. — Zac disse que você tava cansadinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Os olhos da Vanessa se encheram de lagrimas, ao perceber que tinha cometido um enorme erro. Zac ao perceber a pegou no colo e colocou na cama no meio dele e de Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— “nanay” não chora… — falou Emily acariciando o cabelo da mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vanessa estava enrolada em um lençol… Quando Zac sussurrou no ouvido dela em espanhol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Descanse minha Gatinha, não gosto de te ver assim, a propósito continua linda como sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—minha cabeça… dói!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;—&amp;nbsp; vou buscar algo que vai aliviar pode cuidar da Emily um minuto? — perguntou Zac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;— Já faço isso há dois anos! Não seria problema fazer por um minuto — Falou Vanessa ríspida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: 
