A Discovery: Love And Other Things Novels & Stories

“I stand before you, ready to start the biggest shopping spree of our lives. I know it will be really hard, and some days will take a whole lot of work because we’ll probably fight about expenses and who would get to shoulder the bill. But I also know that there will be days filled with love, laughter, pure bliss, and a whole lot of money making. I can’t imagine sharing this adventure with anyone else but you. You’re my best friend, the love of my life, my soulmate, and my future walking money maker. Today I promise to stand by your side and to love you always. In all ways.” I crinkle my nose. In all the books I’ve read, I haven’t encountered a book naming all ways of love. I’ve only ever le

Every step of that journey has brought me here, to this moment of fulfillment and fulfillment. The road of life is full of curves and surprises, and we often find ourselves at crossroads, not knowing exactly which way to go. However, by choosing to give love another chance, I took the first step towards a profound and positive transformation. Next to Ricardo, I found a partner, a friend and a love that surpasses all barriers.

He had to be honest, though—it was for his sister’s publications project. "Maybe... I’m not sure yet. It felt like admiration that faded after a week." Sounded more like infatuation. "How many girlfriends have you had?" Another dumb question. "One in high school and one in college." "Do you believe that love is blind?" Definitely not! Love is about acceptance. He placed his palm on his face, realizing this questionnaire was probably just part of Ashley’s joke. She knew he hated talking about his love life. Sipping his coffee, he moved on to the next question—then nearly choked when he read it.

I told him that yes I wasn't comfortable with the Christian and I didn't want to discuss it. he told me that he understood me very well but only wanted to know if I had a love-life. I replied by telling him that I didn't have a love life and that I had never experienced being loved before. he promised that he was going to give me the feeling of true Love if only I would let him.

I sat on the sofa, flipping through my old photo album. Yesterday after we left the grocery store, I went to the spa as planned and Andrew said he was going to meet an old friend, it was about some job stuff he didn’t want to talk about much, so I decided to let him use my car. Flipping through the photos, tears began forming in my eyes, I closed my eyes and let out a breath. Today is supposed to be a good day for me, I don’t know if I should be celebrating or moaning, either ways, I enjoy spending the day staring at my old pictures and writing letters. I softly chuckled at my baby picture, I was very cute when I was a baby, and my mom says I had the cutest buttocks. My cheeks always get red

I groaned and tried getting up but his men held me down tightly and I couldn't move. " uh..uh..uh.." Mama gasped, blood gushed out of her mouth, and blood spilled and circulated throughout her body on the ground. I pushed them away and went towards mama, I took her head into my hand, she was still gasping, she took her bloodied hand and touched my face, " I.....l.love....you" then her hand gradually fell to the ground. My eyes were heavy and I felt a boiling pain in my heart, just one blink a river of emotion poured out like acid burning in my heart, I hysterically wailed...

Malia's heart skipped a beat as she opened the book, revealing page after page of handwritten notes. It was Bianca's diary. Malia's eyes scanned the first page and her heart broke as she read the words. Bianca had started writing in this diary when she discovered she had a brain tumor, a condition that could potentially erase all her memories. The thought sent a shiver down Malia's spine. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like for her sister to live with that fear.

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

No keepsakes. Until I found the drawer. Locked. But not tightly. I jiggled it. Paused. Then pulled harder. It popped open with a soft click. Inside: a worn black notebook. Leather-bound. Edges frayed. I flipped it open. No name. No title. Just… entries. Short. Disjointed. Some were notes on business deals, numbers and meetings. But others— “She said she didn’t love me anymore. That I’d become a stranger in my own skin.”

The discovery was innocuous at first, just another fragment of the past buried within the recesses of our shared history. However, as I unfolded the delicate parchment, my eyes widened in disbelief. The faded ink on the aged paper revealed heartfelt confessions and poetic expressions of love—love letters addressed to me, not from Evelyn, but from Isabella, my first love. The weight of the revelation bore down upon me, sending a chill down my spine. Evelyn entered the room, her eyes widening as she caught sight of the unexpected discovery in my hands. "Alexander, what is that?" she inquired, a mixture of curiosity and concern etched across her features.