Novel & Cerita Beauty Waiting For Your Love

"Did I hear you right or are my ears are just deceiving me?" "You heard me right Mr." Sam chuckled. "Again please," Samar begged. "I love you," she repeated. "Once more please," he begged again. He wanted her to keep saying it to become more believable to his ears. "I love you," she said a little bit louder. "Yes!" Samar screamed for joy, turning all the attentions of the people in the room to them, but didn't seem to mind."Thank you Sam, thanks for this wonderful news. I now have something to hold on to during and after my stay here... But are you willing to wait so long for me? Seven years?"

Layla drags me to the dance floor, Bampás laughs at me until mamá does the same. We slow dance to thelo na me nioseis (I want you to feel me) by Nikos Vertis, a song about love and wanting to be loved. "Even though I don't know what he's saying I can hear the emotion in his voice, his yearning." She says, swaying to the soft melody. "He wants to be loved." I said to her. "I wish I understood Greek." She pouts. I spin her and pull her to me, her round belly flushed against me.

Martinis's pov I was lost in her beauty when she came to aisle..she was looking breathtakingly beautiful..her gown was perfectly fitted over her body..her hairs were tied in beautiful bun..she was not wearing too much makeup ..then also she was looking beautiful..indeed she is natural beauty..she came towards me by taking small steps..and I was continuously looking at her like only she exists in my world.... My heart beats were increasing with her each steps towards me...and finally her dad gave her hand in mine..and the same time I promised that I will make her my queen...do I love her..I am not sure..but I will treasure her for my whole life...

she pointed which end it is. I did what she said and waited in the waiting room. I tapped my foot on the floor impatiently more like nervously. Would Warren be happy if I'm actually pregnant? Why am I thinking about that? Maybe I'm not pregnant at all. Maybe it’s just a normal morning sickness that I got from all the stress

The holsters, knives, jewelry, and gowns she always used were all laid out neatly on the desk. In the dead center of the desk sat a flattened bullet and an envelope. Julian's steps jerked to a halt. A few seconds later, he reached out and picked up the envelope. It wasn't sealed. He drew out the invitation inside, and one look was all it took for his eyes to lock onto the words. [For the personal attention of Mr. Julian Sinclair.] [You are cordially invited to the wedding of Roman Vaughn and Elena Hart.] Julian stared hard at that line, his chest rising and falling harder and harder.

The car pulled up outside the Whitmore estate, and Julian Whitmore unbuckled his seatbelt. "Give me five minutes. I need to go tell my mom you're here." Five minutes came and went. He texted that it wouldn't be long. At ten minutes, he said he was almost done. At forty minutes, he said to wait a little longer. I stopped replying. Through the car window, I watched Eleanor Whitmore personally come out to greet a girl in a fitted red dress. The girl stepped out of her car, walked straight to Julian, and looped her arm through his.

“Bleiz, by the time you see this letter, I will have already left. As for where I went, I don’t know either, but you won’t find me. As for why I left, the reason is simple: I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I don’t understand. How much longer do I have to wait for you to take me away? Will you one day lie to me and say that I have to wait for your and Mona’s child to grow up, get married, and have children, or wait until you’ve grown old with her before you leave with me?” “Bleiz, my youth is also limited. I don’t want to continue waiting for you based on an empty promise that has no end in sight. Let’s say goodbye here. We will never meet again.”

Even without you, there are still people in this world who love me unconditionally. Just then, a chat notification chimed, pulling Irina back to reality. She opened it and saw a photo sent by Sophie. It was a photo of Sophie and Uriah in wedding attire. Sophie wore an elegant royal-style dress and leaned sweetly against Uriah, while Uriah wore matching formal attire and looked like a refined gentleman.

"Real love is about respect. It's about companionship. It's about helping the other person become the best version of themselves." Leo looked into my eyes. "Will you let me walk the rest of this journey with you? As a true partner who stands by your side." Tears welled in my eyes, but this time, they were tears of pure happiness. "Yes," I held out my hand. "I will." The moment the ring slid onto my finger, I finally felt that the part of me that had died on that cold New York operating table had truly been reborn. Three days later, a courier delivered a thick envelope.

, how desperately I want to take you in there arms of mine And never let you go Taste your kiss till the end of time Maybe after then, yeah after then I will be happy too Oh just look at you You are the woman that i waited for The only one i see I could live a million years or more And not explain this beautiful pain i go through when i look at you Just looking at you That is all i want to do It's look at you "Wherever you are Azalea I still love and cherish you always." ELIZABETH'S POV