Absolute Favorites Novels & Stories

“Yes. I don’t know what Josh tells you about me—if he tells you anything at all—but I assure you, you have no idea what I want or what’s in my best interest.” I paused, causing her to stumble into my chest. My thumb and forefinger grasped her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “Try me.” Ava blinked, her breaths coming out in short, shallow puffs. “My favorite color.” “Yellow.” “My favorite ice cream flavor.” “Mint chocolate chip.” Her chest rose and fell harder. “My favorite season.”

Well, aren't you his fan? "Do you have something else in mind?" he asks in a normal tone of voice, ignoring my question. How rude! I scowl, but I’m hardly affected. "Um . . . Northanger Abbey, Jane Austen," I tell him. "Or maybe . . . Sense and Sensibility?" I contradict my own choices, and he smiles at it. "Is Jane Austen your favorite?" he asks, a sweet glow in his cool eyes. "If we're speaking of Classic romance, then yes, she's my favorite. I prefer happy ending than tragedies, and Jane Austen always grants my wish." I go dreamy; oblivious of whom I'm talking to.

She frowned, clearly unimpressed. “Pretty much, yeah.” I shrugged, but she scrunched her nose even more. “Those are questions for... teenagers. Sounds so...” She shook her head in disapproval. Seriously? “I don’t have favorites. I like a lot of things—colors, food, music, movies... You name it. At some point, you become a slave to your favorites, and you can’t enjoy life as it comes. So, I don’t do favorites.” She explained herself with a bit of a shrug. I hummed in response, processing her words.

Optum paused, tears fell from his eyes but since they were inside the ocean, you wouldn't see it. "He had the woman I loved so was the throne he surrendered to me. I felt very bad that he came back. Optim didn't ask back for the throne but I excused myself from the throne as it was the right thing to do. Pursuli was the shoulder I leaned on during the time my brother came back, he was the shoulder I cried on and I fell in love with him". Optum paused to take a glance at Pursuli, he was still standing amongst the crowd. They were so much in love before but things changed.

"Del, please. You know how much I love Juan. Juan was my first love and my first boyfriend. And finally, he can be my husband too. This is really my big dream that will come true.” Delmar shook his head, "That's why I don't like him!" "What's wrong with you? What's your problem with Juan? Why have you and Alvin always hated him?” One thing that Brisa always confuses about is the attitude of her best friend and sister to Brisa’s future husband, which never changes. Always disliked and often told him to part with Juan. Even though during her relationship with Juan, Brisa could feel how much her boyfriend loved her. Juan treated her just like a queen.

"Claire, you've already given up the wedding. It's only being a bridesmaid. You're not going to say no, are you?" I nearly laughed at myself. I had almost forgotten. Chloe had disappeared after faking her death at the height of their love. And because Ethan could never forget her, he had chosen me as her replacement. Now his first love had returned. Yet somehow, I had still dared to hope he might feel even the smallest bit of love for me. Swallowing the bitterness in my chest, I asked quietly, "Does this count as one favor?" Ethan frowned irritably, as if he had forgotten something important.

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

Thana cried rising to her feet. "You are just a fool, Travis will never choose a worthless whore like you over me. His father wouldn't even approve of it," Angel laughed folding her hands over her boobs. "Do you think he loves you?" "He loves me," Thana cried cleaning her tears with her hand stained with mud. "Love?" Angel laughed louder. "Did he love you when he was sleeping with me or when he told his men how you tasted like a sour fruit and let's not forget how you cried like a baby on your first night."

He'd paid for it with money he'd scraped together over months. The stone was small, the quality nothing special, yet she'd treated it like a treasure. Later, he'd given her an entire moonstone mine, and still, this was the one she loved the most. He picked up the diary and opened it to the first page. In Evelyn's neat, elegant handwriting were the sparks of their first meeting, the rush of realizing they were fated mates, and his clumsy, overbearing confession. Eric went page by page, finding only the sweet trail of what they'd once been.

Or did he have some evil intentions towards me? I watched him meditate and then I sighed, turning my eyes towards the window, I moaned inside, it rained again. When the class was over, Ryan invited us out for ice cream. I refused, but Olivia begged me to get there. Seattle is very calm, the fresh air brings with its sea fragrance, cool but also very pleasant. We bought some fast food. Throughout the process, only Ryan and Olivia spoke for a long time and I answered a few questions. "Alexis, is your home nearby?" said Ryan.