Absolute Favorites Novels & Stories

She roamed her gaze in the whole Restaurant. So beautiful. Very spacious, very beautiful, and very bright. Two men with violins approached them and began to play the violin. Charles had already handed the menu to the waiter and he pointed out the dishes to order. "Did you like the place?" He asked Athalia. You can see the joy on his face. He's happy because he was with her. But why she can't feel that happiness that he feels? But, she wants to be with someone else tonight. Hayyss. She shouldn't think that. She should be focusing on him not whoever that occupying her thought.

I whispered and winked at her that made her mouth dropped in surprise and excitement. Then, she finally leaned down to have a taste of my lips and I truly missed them so much. This is my favorite feeling and I won't stop craving for it throughout our lives. I want to be with her and her only. I want us to fulfill that future that I want for us. And, she is the only one that I need for me to become satisfied with my life. She's my everything and my happiness. --- "Ming, can I tell you something?" She asked me with her serious voice as she plays with my hair and I got my head rested on her bare chest. Well, her heartbeat is my favorite thing to hear other than her voice.

Even if it was expired, it was still the only precious bit of sweetness in his lonely childhood. So, he abandoned me for her again and again. And I kept telling myself that Whitney had filled the emotional void from his childhood. So, his kindness toward her wasn't out of love. But I overestimated my capacity for tolerance. When I was running a high fever, Whitney happened to sprain her ankle. Samuel chose her. At banquets, I needed a partner, and so did Whitney. Charles couldn't attend in his condition. In the end, Samuel still chose Whitney. On my birthdays and our anniversaries, he accepted every invitation and broke every promise.

I said as I stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at him in the living room. He put the pen down and looked at me, giving me a soft smile. "No matter what, I want to give you the best, Ms. Caldwell. I know you might not have feelings for me, but you always come first in my heart." As our eyes met, I felt a fleeting pang in my heart, something I hadn't felt in a long time. "You don't need to feel burdened," he continued with a gentle smile. "Just focus on being a beautiful bride."

“You’re shaking, Angel. You sure you don’t need that water?” “Yes, I’m sure,” I replied, shooting him a glare. “Iris?” The baker asked, looking down at her notepad after I’d tried nearly everything. “Which should I mark as your favorite?” “Um, the pistachio is my favorite so far.” My voice shook as I talked. Maverick leaned back, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Is it the flavor… or the experience?” I didn’t respond. Because if I did, I would say something filthy.

"It's bad?" "No, but the alcohol is. Add more sugar and they'll enjoy this, but I won't," "You really don't like alcohol, do you?" I ignored her question, aiming to heal my tongue with the sweet pastries. "Hmm, okay, so since we are dating, we need to get to know each other properly. What's your favorite? I love anything that crosses my mind at the moment. I love anything good to eat but ice cream and pastries have a soft spot in my heart. Hmm, my favorite artist is Anne-Marie, she's a legend to me so never curse her or we're breaking up. I love dancing and I'm very good at it but I can't sing. You already know I don't quite know how to dress normally or do normal things—"

I’m rooted to the spot as Silvan starts pacing the room, dissecting me like he’s lived inside my brain for years. “Her favourite movie is the After series. For restaurants, she loves Filipino restaurants because she’s in love with chicken adobo. Astrid loves dogs. She can never pass one without petting it. That doesn’t mean she hates cats. Take note.” By the time he stops talking, my brain is reeling. My heart is thumping and there’s a warmth in my veins that I cannot explain. But Silvan is not done. Not by a stretch. “Deep down, Astrid knows I’m the only one for her. But if she still decides to go on with your… little wedding, I’ll sponsor your wedding rings.”

“Well, we kind of have a lot of relationship time for a bend-over-the-bed fuck. Or a table. Or a sofa. Or any other surface you can think of.” His eyes sparkled with delight. “I’ll get thinking.” He leaned in and nuzzled his nose against mine. “I suppose you want to know about me now, right?” “Yep. Favorite food, favorite car, favorite football player…” His lips twitched to one side. “Favorite food is Fried chicken, believe it or not. Favorite car is an Audi R8—I miss mine. And my favorite football player is Lionel Messi.” “You’re a PSG FAN?” “Both me and Aaron. Drives our parents nuts.” He grinned. “They support the Manchester United. But anyway. Before you ask, my favorite film is any of t

Of course, she’ll cooperate for her best friend's sake. “Great, then I’ll take down notes.” She grabbed a pen and a notepad from her cute little pink Prada handbag and started to jot down notes. Aurora started to tell her about Felix’s favorites’ including his favorite food which is Adobo from the Philippines, his favorite fruit Durian, and even his favorite snack called Piatto.

Not long after my wife and I got married, my mother-in-law unexpectedly had another child, a son. The entire family treated him like a miracle and let him get away with everything. Before long, he became an unbearable little monster. When he was ten, he pulled up a girl's skirt at school and yanked down her shorts. I confronted him about it, but my wife immediately turned on me. "He's my brother, not your son. What makes you think you have the right to discipline him?" I kept my anger to myself and moved out with our daughter, who had been growing more withdrawn by the day. Years later, the spoiled boy shoved a woman who was eight months pregnant down a flight of stairs. My wife calle