A Thousand Times Over Novels & Stories

Ana said sounding all excited " I know that your motto is, to get over a man, you must get under another, but Ana, i ned to be getting under my work and not another man" Riley said " in fact, i may just be off men for now" " Cool, you can be on women" Ana said and let out a giggle " You can still joke about my predicament??, girl bye" Riley said and tried to end the call " wait" Ana sharply inputed " I'm sorry, i just wanted to lighten up your mood, i can't even begin to imagine how you must be feeling right now but, i'm ready to do anything to make sure you get better, i promise"

Mark just froze, staring at me with those eyes. Then he grabbed my wrist, yanked me into a hug, and muttered, "I'm sorry. It was all my fault. I messed up. Jenna, you said you'd love me forever. Just one more chance? Please?" I gave him a tired smile. "Mark, I'm so done. I'm too tired to love you anymore." His face went ghost-white. Panic hit his eyes. "No... that's not possible. You can't just stop loving someone."

"I know because we are forever always, remember?" I nodded my head slowly, then tipped it to the side. "You'll give me all my kisses, enough to fill this box?" I asked. Chelsea Gabe me another small smile. "All of them. We'll fill up the whole box, and more. We'll collect way more than a thousand. I gasped, I suddenly remembered the box. I pulled out a blank heart and sat down to write. Chelsea kneeled before me and placed her hand on mine stopping me from writing.

“Say it while you come.” I shattered around him with a cry that echoed off the glass. My walls clenched, milking him as pleasure crashed through me in white-hot waves. He followed instantly, burying himself to the hilt and knotting me with a deep, guttural roar. The bond locked us together—permanent now, the golden threads pulsing in time with our hearts. I felt every pulse of his release, hot and endless, flooding me until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.

"I'm not… You know my health has never been good, and getting pregnant has become even harder after all those miscarriages…" Sam comforted me, his voice gentle, "Don't say that, Penny. That's not your fault, so I won't blame you, okay? Take care of yourself, and I'm sure we'll have a healthy baby in the future! "Cheer up, okay? Today's Mom's sixtieth birthday, and a lot of people are going to celebrate, so we can't miss out. Come with me and have some fun, yeah?" Then, as if remembering something, his tone shifted.

And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more . One step closer One step closer . I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more . And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more’

Always together. That was enough. That was everything. That was perfect. Exactly as it should be. Exactly as it would always be. Forever and ever and ever. Without end.

Five days after I saved my girlfriend from an unhinged, violent patient, the wound on my arm tore open and got infected again. I wanted her to drive me to the hospital, but she spared me a glance before refusing, citing the need to avoid her being seen treating family. Left with no choice, I took a cab to the hospital by myself. Dizzy and weak from a burning fever, I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs, injuring my foot in the fall. At that exact moment, my supposedly busy girlfriend, Stella Sloan, was gently supporting her young male intern and passing right by me to cut in line for emergency treatment. A nearby nurse quickly tried to smooth things over for her. “Dr. Sloan takes

I pleaded for what felt like the millionth time. How many times had I begged him not to hurt me? Not to subject me to torment? I had lost count, unable to keep track of the countless pleas that had fallen on deaf ears. No matter how I counted, combining the fingers on both hands and feet, it seemed an insurmountable number.

My heart was killing me at the moment, I couldn't breathe. Albert opened his eyes, smiled at me then heaved a sigh before planting a kiss on my forehead. "One. Nine-eleven attacks." My forehead furrowed. What did he mean by one? He kissed the tip of my nose, "Two. Mozilla Firefox," I gasped. I let my brain backtrack from what he was saying. He kissed my cheeks. "Three. Ousting SH. Four, F******k."