Romans & histoires A One Night Love

Is it some sort of drama-romance where I should be touched and have my heart fluttering over that? Well, maybe it was the unexpected gesture that was thrown at me. Daniel is such an outstanding man, and the morning I knew I had a one-night stand with him, I was supposed to escape. I never wanted to get into the depth of one-night stand. After all, it was just a mere night’s passion. I hugged my knees while I sat on the center of the bed. The moon didn’t show up tonight. Perhaps since it was only 6. Already almost falling asleep in the tranquility, I heard two knocks on the door to which I blinked my eyes into and sighed. Was I too tired the whole day that I almost taken a sleep in such a wei

It was too dark for either of us to be able to see each other, but we just moved with emotions, and before long, a soft and gentle kiss was exchanged; an innocent kiss between two lovers. Here I was, spending the night exactly how I envisioned it. The kiss was followed by a night of passion and sex. My first experience ever. I had never felt something so beautiful before. It felt as if all my worries had been forgotten and that the world no longer mattered. When we finally laid down again to sleep in each other's embrace, I heard the words coming from his mouth- "Will you marry me?", words that sent streams of joy through my heart. I had dreamt of this moment for what felt like a lifetime, I

Lake The cab dropped her off at 7:56 p.m. The wind was crisp, hinting at the kind of cold that required two sweaters and a heart full of courage. Ivy stood in front of a tiny brick theater nestled between a used bookstore and a candle shop, its rusted marquee flashing: “One Night Only: The Love That Wasn’t Supposed to Happen — A Lake Hart Film” Her fingers trembled as she pushed open the door. Inside, it was dim and quiet, the kind of place where nostalgia clung to velvet seats and whispered promises filled the air. The film had already started.

One night with her felt like years, one night and I wish she was mine, one night that could end my life and hers if she finds out who I am, one night I'm risking, ONE NIGHT, ONE NIGHT, ONE FUCKING NIGHT. She's different I told my self, she's different SHE'S FUCKING DIFFERENT. I hope cause I''m breaking all my rules for one night. One nice with a girl I only met a few hours ago.

“Not claimed. Held. There is a difference.” “No one talks like you,” she said, half tease and half relief. “Plenty do,” he said. “Most of them are liars. I try not to be.” The lamp hummed. The sea threw a wet veil over the rocks and pulled it back again. She did not feel the cool any more. The air had warmed and she could not blame the lamp. “This is Night One,” she said at last, the words tasting like trust. “If I follow the rule, it belongs to one lover.”

The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

"Love, like anything else, requires testing." Suddenly, all screens in the compound displayed the text "Simulation Engaged: Test of Loyalty Begins Now." Ava's breath tightened. The panels blazed brighter, flashing like heartbeat monitors set to mounting strain. Vara did not speak, but her grasp on Ava's sleeve tightened. Vale drew Echo closer, as Liam stood guard near the door. Nobody moved. Nobody dared. Then Dominic's voice returned, colder than ever. "Love was not designed to be split. Now, togetherness will be tested." A second countdown began—this time for ten minutes. "The test of loyalty begins now." Ava turned to face Damian. "We survived her exam. "Can we withstand his?" Dominic smi

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.

Ariana’s POV I stared at the sleek business card in my hands, my fingers trembling slightly. CEO of Logan Group. Damien Logan. The same man I had a one-night stand with. The same man who just offered me a fake marriage like it was a business transaction. I dropped the card on my nightstand and flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. Was I really considering this? "Fake marriage?" I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. "Is this even real?"

Sophie Franklin. "Ik ben misschien verliefd op je geworden." I may have fallen in love with you. I wake up to the bright ray of sunshine that sneaks between the tiny gap in the curtains and slants across my face. Stretching my body, I immediately become aware of the soreness between my legs, marks on my body, and the faint smell of sex surrounding the room, a pressing reminder of what transpired last night between me and Marcus. My breathing hitches, and I cautiously turn around to find him still asleep, a peaceful look on his face, one hand draped around my waist. Memories of the night before flood my brain, and a deep blush envelops me from the crown of my head to the very soles of my feet