Benih Benih Cinta Novels & Stories

Jacqueline give me her kind of pep talk and made me laughed again. "Yeah, I can make you feel so much better the second time." "Benji!" both Gemma and Jacqueline told off Benjamin at the same time. "Okay, now that her issue is done, can we talk about me now?" "I guess so, maybe it'll dilute my feelings, I'm getting kind of horny with that porn." We all giggle when Gemma told Benji to take our minds away from the porn. The rest of the afternoon Benji let his feelings out, it was heartbreaking seeing him like that. He's such a kind man, beautiful on the inside and out and I can't believe he's having such a hard time with his love life.

Jadie's eyes welled up with tears. She then hugged him from behind while sobbing. She cried, "Zach, do you know how much I envy Madelyn? To see how the person she loves also loves her back unconditionally? She is able to be engaged with the person she likes." "I also want to be with you forever, too, Zach, just like her. I want to be your wife forevermore. But... why can't you like me back?" Jadie asked.

He brought out a love card and said," have this and read it." Flora collected it and the contents reads," I have always loved you, I've just confirmed that I do and I'll never stop loving you." After Benin had seen that Flora had read the card, he said," Flora, once we are boyfriend and girlfriend , I would protect you. I would show you so much affection, we can read together and perform excellently well in our exam. Did you think I did not know you have a crush on me? A year without you is killing me and now that I'm back, I want to have you for myself only."

Opposite of Chris, who looked negligible hurt as earlier when he asked if I am his cousin's wife or not. "Serve the food," Andrew ordered, slowly we all dug into our plates. "So..." Chris began, chewing his steak, "Elina is the love you were talking about, Andrew?" He nodded happily. "Yes, I am very lucky to have her and she loves me too." I parted my lips to deny it when Andrew indicated me to stop by squeezing my thighs under the table, "No Elina?" "Ye-yeah, I love him." I shutter a bit which did not notice by anyone.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Her eyes shook and her lips trembled restlessly upon the realization that maybe, maybe she was not in love with him after all, but in the idea of falling in love with him-of marrying him-of having a family with him-having a normal functional family of her own she grew up not having. As tears swelled up her eyes and immediately made a ran to her cheeks like runners in a marathon competing to reach the final line, Eunae tightly gripped the hem of her tank top and curled her hands into fists. She shook her head momentarily and sighed. She wished she were just in love with the idea of falling in love with him, but Eunae knew it was not the case-she knew she loved Yunoh and the idea of having a f

This universe represented the life that Elena and Cameroon would have lived If things had been different. Here, Cameroon was her high school sweetheart, He had been captain of the football team and she was a regular school girl, the only club she belonged to was the art club, she loved to draw. One day, seventeen-year-old Cameroon had been trying to avoid a group of other students who were coming from an opposite direction and so he had jumped into the art room and landed on Elena who was holding a jar of paint. The paint had poured all over his white tee-shirt and dripped to the ground. Elena had been apologetic but he had smiled and told her not to worry, he rather soiled his shirts than c

He leaned down, brushing my lips against his. “That leaves you incapable of speaking anything but… my name.” His husky voice made my heart skip a beat. He abruptly gripped my hairs, taking me in a vehement kiss. I curled my hands in a fist over his shirt. A tear rolled down my cheek which softened his strained actions, calming down gradually while moving his lips upon mine. Converting the rough kiss into a tender one and pulling away slowly while speaking breathlessly. “You are mine Candice. Engrave this in your mind… understood?”

She was turning away from him, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. "How about a candlelight dinner? Just you and me." "Are you asking me for a date?" She teased. "Yes." "Kids?" "Emy and James. It was for a reason we made them godparents to our kids." In response, she kissed him. "I love you." Justin said to her. "I love you too." THE END

A warmth in her eyes, a spark that no paper could contain. “No,” I whispered. “This isn’t over.” The tabloids loved to pair my name with others. Models, actors, even royalty. The pictures showed smiles, champagne flutes clinking, bodies pressed together under flashing lights. But it was all smoke. Distraction. There was no intimacy in them, no meaning. My lovers — if you could even call them that — were temporary, their faces blurring into each other. They wanted the billionaire, the empire, the myth. Not the boy who once sat at a locker with chalk-stained fingers, staring at a girl he thought was sunlight itself.