A Merry Little Meet Cute Novels & Stories

He was looking around. "I was worried for you." Jenna who looked a bit mad chastised. "This is not the first time cousin. Don't you want to introduce your fiance?" Funny thing is, I didn't attend Jenna's engagement party a few months back. This is the first time I'm meeting her fiance. "Nice meeting you, Regina. Call me Jack." "You rather look familiar," I commented. "Ohh, you might know my cousin." He said while waving at someone. "Cousin?" "Yes, he was on the same flight."

I can't imagine meeting him in school, and I couldn't imagine how every girl in the school was going to react. Gio and Bianca excuse themselves to go home, and I promise Bianca to visit her soon to discuss about the baby's name and help her to do the baby shopping. I remember how it was when Gio and Bianca got married. Their faces were everywhere on magazines and tabloids. Their wedding was like a wedding dream. It was beautiful and full of love. I wish I could marry someone that I love one day. The man that can protect me, and understand me. **

7 years ago One afternoon, little Sophia was playing on her front porch. Her hands were playing with two Tedy Bear dolls by herself. One doll looked shabby, while the other looked brand new. Her innocent face was beaming with happiness, because this morning Jerry, her new neighbor, gave her a new doll. Little Sophia was very happy to get to know her new neighbor, because the middle-aged man loved her like her own daughter. "Sophia! That doll is mine!" Sophia's smile faded when her new doll was snatched by someone.

My legs were shuddering,my hands were over my mouth trying to stop my loud cry of pleasure forgetting we were all alone. He fell to his side panting while I was still trying to gain control of myself. Richard turned to me with a smile of satisfaction on his face. A knock interrupted our sweet moment, who could it be? As we thought everybody has left school for home already.

These were small things—petty, perhaps—but in their combination they made a ladder. I drew my plan in meticulous strokes. One: gather provisions. Two: secure a secondary helper—Renna, the stableboy. Three: pick the night when the pack’s attention was stretched thin—when the hunt left for three days and the young wolves were left to bicker. Four: move at the breathless hour before dawn, when light is neither retreat nor revelation and the world is halfway between courage and mistake.

“You made it.” “Wouldn’t miss it,” I replied, taking a seat across from her. She was already nursing a cup of coffee, her eyes sparkling as usual, I smiled at how free she could be, if only I had the same courage she had and left home to breathe another air. We ordered something light, a small salad and soup, and as soon as the waitress walked away, Ruth started digging into her food immediately making small talk. “What do you think about minimart?” She asked and I was taken aback by her question.

I read the message to look for an explanation. To the love of my life: I have a surprise for you before the party. Since you love to play games, here's one for you. Follow the red carpet and meet me at the end. It's called 'Reasons I Love You.' Have fun. Reason no one: Your beautiful smile.

Luna’s POV “Luna… will you marry me?” The words slam into me like a physical blow. The entire café goes silent, as if the world itself is holding its breath. A chair screeches. Someone gasps. A girl near the counter squeals, “Say yes!” And right in front of me, on one knee, is Ethan Rell. The quiet, polite boy from my class. The one who once borrowed my notes and barely said two sentences to me. Now he’s kneeling in the middle of a crowded café, holding out a ring that sparkles under the lights like it’s mocking me.

Liam whispered, his voice full of disbelief. They all embraced right there in the middle of the bakery. It was a messy, emotional reunion. I managed to get up this time, and Maeve pulled me into a hug that made me feel like I was back in the Castle of Hope. We were all laughing and talking at once, asking questions and trying to catch up on everything we had missed.

“Then tell me… what am I supposed to do?” “If you really want to see me,” I said after a long pause, my voice steady, “go and get that burial plot I told you to buy. We’ll meet there one last time.” The day we agreed to meet, the sky was dark with clouds. The burial plot Isaac had purchased was located on the outskirts of the city. The surroundings were peaceful, lined with tall pine trees swaying gently in the wind. This was the only respect I could give the child who never had the chance to come into this world.