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Thought About Ghostwriting Your Book? Read This First.
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Em tính nói vòng vo tam quốc (to beat around the bush = to talk about something for a long time without coming to the main point) mà thôi nghĩ lại cứ nói thẳng toẹt (to shoot from the hip = to speak in a very direct and honest way) ra luôn cho dễ hiểu nhau . Ex : Stop beating about the bush and tell me what you want. EX: Jeff is a straight talker who always shoots from the hip. Mới đầu nghe cách dạy (my methodology of language teaching) của em mấy bạn sẽ nghĩ là sẽ không hiệu quả (to be ineffective/ inefficient) lại còn chán như con gián (It’s about as exciting as watching paint dry) nữa nên chẳng muốn để tâm (don’t give /care a damn) . Âý thế mà đã bao nhiêu năm các bạn cố gắng chinh phục (to conquer ST/SO) môn tiếng Anh và vẫn “tạch” rồi? từ hồi lớp 6 nhỉ, rồi giờ chưa nói được tiếng Anh nên mới ngồi đây nghe em nói xàm (to talk tosh/ rubbish/nonsense) nè hehe!!!!! Em không được sinh ra trong một gia đình giàu (born with a silver spoon in your mouth = sinh ra trong một gia đình giàu có) nên lúc đầu em nghĩ ở nhà làm nương rẫy sống một cuộc đời bình yên (to be peaceful/ tranquil/ placid/ serene/ quiet) Và thế rồi, vào một hôm em lên rẫy làm ( work on the farm), đuối quá ( to be shattered/knackered/ exhausted) em xỉu luôn ( to faint / pass out), lại bị dị ứng ( to be allergic to St ) khắp người do bị kiến đốt em quyết định ( to decide to do ST) chinh phục ( to conquer) con đường học vấn ( studying path) để đời con cháu mình sau này ( the next generations )bớt khổ. Em học ngày học đêm ( to hit the books/ burn the midnight oil/study intensely ), quên ăn,quên ngủ. Mẹ mua cho cái máy tính để bàn cùi bắp ( an old desktop computer) để học ( to learn the ropes / study/learn) nên em tận dụng ( to make use of ST/ nó để học tiếng Anh. Em cũng học theo kiểu đọc các đoạn văn ngắn ( short paragraphs )rồi thầy giáo của em nghe và chỉnh phát âm ( to correct ) cho em. Em học trong một thời gian khoảng 3 tháng thấy mình có thói quen phát âm âm cuối ( to pronounce the ending sounds), đọc chữ nào tròn ch
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בייביבוק ספרי פעילות Babybook Quietbooks for children
ספרי פעילות (ספר שקט) לגיל הרך בעבודת יד, מפתח מוטוריקה עדינה, חשיבה וגירוי חושי.הספרים מתאימים לפעוטות וילדים Hand made Quiet Books for babies & toddlers
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"You cannot do this to me, father!" I yelled indignantly. "You better watch your mouth!" He barked, causing me to roll my eyes. "How else would you expect me to react, after finding out you sold me?" I shot back, glaring at him. "I had no choice, Rhea." He sighed. "Yes you did! You loved that company, more than you loved me." "You know that's not true." He whispered. "Isn't it? Father, I told you I'm willing to help you, but I cannot believe that you would sell me to keep your company." "I know, but you don't understand Rhea. This is not only about the company." He rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. "The person I sold you to... If I didn't give you up, he was going to kill this entire family, including you, your mother and I." He whispered, looking up at me with defeated eyes. "Oh." I breathed out quietly, my heart pounding in my chest. "But father, I'm sure there's something else we can do." I pleaded, looking up at him with desperate eyes. He shook his head sadly, looking up at me with remorse in his eyes. "He'll be here in two hours. Go pack your things." He muttered. "No! I'm not leaving!" I screamed, tears welling in my eyes. I heard the door to my father's study open, and we both turned to the person. My mother hesitantly stepped through the door. "I heard yelling." She said, still standing close to the door. My father beckoned her over and she walked over to him, sitting on the desk next to him. "I just told her." He mumbled, causing her eyes to snap over to mine. "I'm sorry, i kóri mou," She whispered, her own eyes filling with tears. (My daughter) "Mom..." My voice broke. I dug my teeth into my lip, stifling the sob that wanted to escape. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." She murmured, her hands clenching into fists. I didn't answer, only turning to stare out the window. We all sat there for a while, in an uncomfortable, tense silence, before I stood abruptly, and left without saying a word. I walked straight into my bedroom, packing the clothes I really wanted, the few pictures I had, leaving behind my all my devices. I picked up a couple books that I wanted to read, before sitting on the bed, my head in my hands. "Miss?" I heard the quiet voice of my favorite housekeeper, and looked up. I could see the pity in her eyes, and I was thoroughly disgusted by it. "Yes Madeline?" I asked, running a hand through my curls. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Not really, but I guess I don't really have a choice, but to be okay with it, right?" I smiled weakly, even though I'm pretty sure it came out more like a grimace. She nodded and began moving around my room, fixing it up a bit. "Do you want anything? Maybe something to eat or drink?" she asked. "No thanks." I said. I stood, going over to the nook in my room, and sitting in my big, comfy armchair, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Who knows? This may be the last time I get to enjoy this view. ----------------------------------------------------------- Two hours later. ------------------------------------------------------------- "Rhea. You're needed downstairs with your mother and I." My father said, the tension in his voice, not hard to miss. I nodded once, letting him know that I had heard him. I stood from the chair, stretching my limbs, before grabbing the things I packed, and following my father downstairs.The look on my face was grim, as I faced my mother, who had uncontrollable tears running down her face. The doorbell rang, and my father glanced from the stony look on my face, to the tearful ones of my mother. I refused to let anyone see me cry at this point. I stood next to my mother, tensing and moving away, as she tried to touch me, which only made her sob louder. I ignored the pain in my chest, and set my glare back in front of me, as my father walked in with the men that were supposed to be taking me away. I eyed each of them warily, until my eyes came to rest on the one and only, Lukas Cavalli. I held in a gasp as my eyes widened. My God, was he one of the most beautiful persons I had the pleasure seeing. He was built like a god. He looked to be abo
Dreame
"You cannot do this to me, father!" I yelled indignantly. "You better watch your mouth!" He barked, causing me to roll my eyes. "How else would you expect me to react, after finding out you sold me?" I shot back, glaring at him. "I had no choice, Rhea." He sighed. "Yes you did! You loved that goddamned company, more than you loved me." "You know that's not true." He whispered. "Isn't it? Father, I told you I'm willing to help you, but I cannot believe that you would sell me to keep your company." "I know, but you don't understand Rhea. This is not only about the company." He rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. "The person I sold you to... If I didn't give you up, he was going to kill this entire family, including you, your mother and I." He whispered, looking up at me with defeated eyes. "Oh." I breathed out quietly, my heart pounding in my chest. "But father, I'm sure there's something else we can do." I pleaded, looking up at him with desperate eyes. He shook his head sadly, looking up at me with remorse in his eyes. "He'll be here in two hours. Go pack your things." He muttered. "No! I'm not leaving!" I screamed, tears welling in my eyes. I heard the door to my father's study open, and we both turned to the person. My mother hesitantly stepped through the door. "I heard yelling." She said, still standing close to the door. My father beckoned her over and she walked over to him, sitting on the desk next to him. "I just told her." He mumbled, causing her eyes to snap over to mine. "I'm sorry, i kóri mou," She whispered, her own eyes filling with tears. (My daughter) "Mom..." My voice broke. I dug my teeth into my lip, stifling the sob that wanted to escape. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." She murmured, her hands clenching into fists. I didn't answer, only turning to stare out the window. We all sat there for a while, in an uncomfortable, tense silence, before I stood abruptly, and left without saying a word. I walked straight into my bedroom, packing the clothes I really wanted, the few pictures I had, leaving behind my all my devices. I picked up a couple books that I wanted to read, before sitting on the bed, my head in my hands. "Miss?" I heard the quiet voice of my favorite housekeeper, and looked up. I could see the pity in her eyes, and I was thoroughly disgusted by it. "Yes Madeline?" I asked, running a hand through my curls. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Not really, but I guess I don't really have a choice, but to be okay with it, right?" I smiled weakly, even though I'm pretty sure it came out more like a grimace. She nodded and began moving around my room, fixing it up a bit. "Do you want anything? Maybe something to eat or drink?" she asked. "No thanks." I said. I stood, going over to the nook in my room, and sitting in my big, comfy armchair, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Who knows? This may be the last time I get to enjoy this view. ----------------------------------------------------------- Two hours later. ------------------------------------------------------------- "Rhea. You're needed downstairs with your mother and I." My father said, the tension in his voice, not hard to miss. I nodded once, letting him know that I had heard him. I stood from the chair, stretching my limbs, before grabbing the things I packed, and following my father downstairs.The look on my face was grim, as I faced my mother, who had uncontrollable tears running down her face. The doorbell rang, and my father glanced from the stony look on my face, to the tearful ones of my mother. I refused to let anyone see me cry at this point. I stood next to my mother, tensing and moving away, as she tried to touch me, which only made her sob louder. I ignored the pain in my chest, and set my glare back in front of me, as my father walked in with the men that were supposed to be taking me away. I eyed each of them warily, until my eyes came to rest on the one and only, Lukas Cavalli. I held in a gasp as my eyes widened. My God, was he one of the most beautiful persons I had the pleasure seeing
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Dreame
"You cannot do this to me, father!" I yelled indignantly. "You better watch your maouth!" He barked, causing me to roll my eyes. "How else would you expect me to react, after finding out you sold me?" I shot back, glaring at him. "I had no choice, Rhea." He sighed. "Yes you did! You loved that goddamned company, more than you loved me." "You know that's not true." He whispered. "Isn't it? Father, I told you I'm willing to help you, but I cannot believe that you would sell me to keep your company." "I know, but you don't understand Rhea. This is not only about the company." He rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. "The person I sold you to... If I didn't give you up, he was going to kill this entire family, including you, your mother and I." He whispered, looking up at me with defeated eyes. "Oh." I breathed out quietly, my heart pounding in my chest. "But father, I'm sure there's something else we can do." I pleaded, looking up at him with desperate eyes. He shook his head sadly, looking up at me with remorse in his eyes. "He'll be here in two hours. Go pack your things." He muttered. "No! I'm not leaving!" I screamed, tears welling in my eyes. I heard the door to my father's study open, and we both turned to the person. My mother hesitantly stepped through the door. "I heard yelling." She said, still standing close to the door. My father beckoned her over and she walked over to him, sitting on the desk next to him. "I just told her." He mumbled, causing her eyes to snap over to mine. "I'm sorry, i kóri mou," She whispered, her own eyes filling with tears. (My daughter) "Mom..." My voice broke. I dug my teeth into my lip, stifling the sob that wanted to escape. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." She murmured, her hands clenching into fists. I didn't answer, only turning to stare out the window. We all sat there for a while, in an uncomfortable, tense silence, before I stood abruptly, and left without saying a word. I walked straight into my bedroom, packing the clothes I really wanted, the few pictures I had, leaving behind my all my devices. I picked up a couple books that I wanted to read, before sitting on the bed, my head in my hands. "Miss?" I heard the quiet voice of my favorite housekeeper, and looked up. I could see the pity in her eyes, and I was thoroughly disgusted by it. "Yes Madeline?" I asked, running a hand through my curls. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Not really, but I guess I don't really have a choice, but to be okay with it, right?" I smiled weakly, even though I'm pretty sure it came out more like a grimace. She nodded and began moving around my room, fixing it up a bit. "Do you want anything? Maybe something to eat or drink?" she asked. "No thanks." I said. I stood, going over to the nook in my room, and sitting in my big, comfy armchair, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Who knows? This may be the last time I get to enjoy this view. ----------------------------------------------------------- Two hours later. ------------------------------------------------------------- "Rhea. You're needed downstairs with your mother and I." My father said, the tension in his voice, not hard to miss. I nodded once, letting him know that I had heard him. I stood from the chair, stretching my limbs, before grabbing the things I packed, and following my father downstairs.The look on my face was grim, as I faced my mother, who had uncontrollable tears running down her face. The doorbell rang, and my father glanced from the stony look on my face, to the tearful ones of my mother. I refused to let anyone see me cry at this point. I stood next to my mother, tensing and moving away, as she tried to touch me, which only made her sob louder. I ignored the pain in my chest, and set my glare back in front of me, as my father walked in with the men that were supposed to be taking me away. I eyed each of them warily, until my eyes came to rest on the one and only, Lukas Cavalli. I held in a gasp as my eyes widened. My God, was he one of the most beautiful persons I had the pleasure se
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Dreame
------RHEA------ "You cannot do this to me, father!" I yelled indignantly. "You better watch your mouth!" He barked, causing me to roll my eyes. "How else would you expect me to react, after finding out you sold me?" I shot back, glaring at him. "I had no choice, Rhea." He sighed. "Yes you did! You loved that goddamned company, more than you loved me." "You know that's not true." He whispered. "Isn't it? Father, I told you I'm willing to help you, but I cannot believe that you would sell me to keep your company." "I know, but you don't understand Rhea. This is not only about the company." He rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. "The person I sold you to... If I didn't give you up, he was going to kill this entire family, including you, your mother and I." He whispered, looking up at me with defeated eyes. "Oh." I breathed out quietly, my heart pounding in my chest. "But father, I'm sure there's something else we can do." I pleaded, looking up at him with desperate eyes. He shook his head sadly, looking up at me with remorse in his eyes. "He'll be here in two hours. Go pack your things." He muttered. "No! I'm not leaving!" I screamed, tears welling in my eyes. I heard the door to my father's study open, and we both turned to the person. My mother hesitantly stepped through the door. "I heard yelling." She said, still standing close to the door. My father beckoned her over and she walked over to him, sitting on the desk next to him. "I just told her." He mumbled, causing her eyes to snap over to mine. "I'm sorry, i kóri mou," She whispered, her own eyes filling with tears. (My daughter) "Mom..." My voice broke. I dug my teeth into my lip, stifling the sob that wanted to escape. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." She murmured, her hands clenching into fists. I didn't answer, only turning to stare out the window. We all sat there for a while, in an uncomfortable, tense silence, before I stood abruptly, and left without saying a word. I walked straight into my bedroom, packing the clothes I really wanted, the few pictures I had, leaving behind my all my devices. I picked up a couple books that I wanted to read, before sitting on the bed, my head in my hands. "Miss?" I heard the quiet voice of my favorite housekeeper, and looked up. I could see the pity in her eyes, and I was thoroughly disgusted by it. "Yes Madeline?" I asked, running a hand through my curls. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Not really, but I guess I don't really have a choice, but to be okay with it, right?" I smiled weakly, even though I'm pretty sure it came out more like a grimace. She nodded and began moving around my room, fixing it up a bit. "Do you want anything? Maybe something to eat or drink?" she asked. "No thanks." I said. I stood, going over to the nook in my room, and sitting in my big, comfy armchair, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Who knows? This may be the last time I get to enjoy this view. ----------------------------------------------------------- Two hours later. ------------------------------------------------------------- "Rhea. You're needed downstairs with your mother and I." My father said, the tension in his voice, not hard to miss. I nodded once, letting him know that I had heard him. I stood from the chair, stretching my limbs, before grabbing the things I packed, and following my father downstairs.The look on my face was grim, as I faced my mother, who had uncontrollable tears running down her face. The doorbell rang, and my father glanced from the stony look on my face, to the tearful ones of my mother. I refused to let anyone see me cry at this point. I stood next to my mother, tensing and moving away, as she tried to touch me, which only made her sob louder. I ignored the pain in my chest, and set my glare back in front of me, as my father walked in with the men that were supposed to be taking me away. I eyed each of them warily, until my eyes came to rest on the one and only, Lukas Cavalli. I held in a gasp as my eyes widened. My God, was he one of the most beautiful persons I ha