<div class="floatright">(http://s6.favim.com/orig/65/hot-adorable-beautiful-beyonce-Favim.com-601657.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>  <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">【</span></strong> <span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Sinoe Clancy</span></span> <strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">】</span> </strong> </div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: left;"> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">● Location: Bedroom <br/>● Actions: Being angered <br/>● Company: Jacob</span> </div><br/>Sinoe held a tight grip upon the vase as he turned to look at her. She was still tired so her eyes were glazed over. Giving a false teary look to them as she glared. The bright morning sun seemed to taint her flawless bronze skin as she loosened her grip to the blanket. She was still lost in thoughts of the story. Thinking of ways of it to sound better. Like what if the first girl never died or what if the father was killed by the first girl before all of this happened. She cursed her sisters for never finishing it. Always making up excuses on why they couldn't.<br/><br/>She was caught off guard by the man's sudden embrace. He held his hand around her waist and the other around her tiny waist. She drew hostile and began to squirm underneath him. Her arm holding the blanket against her tightly.<br/><strong>"Jacob! Off now or I'm dropping this on your head!"</strong>