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" I cite the obvious. He just smiled at me and shrugged his shoulders. "That's one of my favorite book here so far." He said. He looked at me like how fictional man look at the love of their life. He looked at me like I'm the leading lady in his own story. "So you love novels from New York, huh?" sabi ko sa kanya noong nakalapit na siya sa akin. "Sort of. There's a person who suggested that I should read story from the New York Best Selling authors." kwento niya sa akin.

“He will get tired of you and send you packing. Just wait and see!” Adam was about to intervene but Kara stopped him with her words. “You’re just pained. Pained that Adam chose me over you. You’re angry at the fact that he loves me and not you. And yes, I satisfy him in bed, way more than you can ever imagine. We used to be lovers before you forcefully brought yourself into the picture. The fire between us still burns fiercely. Not you or any other bitch can take him away from me.” “Anna and Calvin are children of the man I love so much. So Yes, I see those amazing humans as mine. You’ve got any problem with that?”

Yes, I felt my cheeks hot and a pulsating pressure between my thighs and a wet sensation pressed against my panties. "If i was born as a werewolf, then this hospital ward would be filled with the smell of my arousal.... Shit...shit..shit... What happened to me today....Lara.. For sure, you have to stop reading your fantasy novels and your k-dramas...." I shook my head and driven all those f*cking thoughts out of my mind. He stopped kisssing me in the middle and took a deep breath. He opened and glared me with his lust filled eyes. Then he suddenly lifted me in a bridal style and gently placed me in the near by hospital bed. He widened my legs and stood in between my thighs.

"I'm impressed." "I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday." He said, his voice blending with the cold quiet night. "The Notebook." I smiled and nodded. "God, I love that book." "As do I." He smiled back at me. "Okay, um," I pondered. "True love stories never have endings." He thought for a while, "I don't think I know that one." "Richard Bach." I informed him. "Smart guy." He smirked. "Couldn't agree more with him."

“Maa, have you tried Chains of Desires by the same author? If you loved this one, there are so many others you’d enjoy!” Crystal’s face lit up at the suggestion. The two quickly dived into an animated discussion about their favourite books by the author, sharing thoughts on the characters, heart-wrenching plots, and the sheer emotional depth of the stories. As their conversation deepened, Crystal found herself surprised and delighted by Arielle’s passion for literature. For the first time, Crystal saw a side of her daughter-in-law that she hadn’t fully appreciated before. Arielle’s perspective and insight gave new depth to the story she was reading, making her appreciate it even more.

Each time, I loved him more. Josephine’s POV I began writing again. Pages filled with our story the real one. The version no one else knew. Not the pain. Not the bitterness. But the moments that mattered. The stolen kisses. The late-night laughter. The promise sealed in blood. The child that became a bridge. I wasn’t writing for the world. I was writing for Noah. So he’d know how loved he truly was by both of us. Noah stood at Kenneth’s grave weeks later, letter in hand, wind brushing his face like a blessing.

“Porsche naman. Hindi na mabiro. Balik na nga lang ako sa pagiging Pambansang Bestfriend ulit. Pa-kiss nga ako.” Life is hard and scary so you need someone by your side, whether that someone is your friend, family, partner or all of them. So is love, kaya ang love ay hindi puwede sa mga taong duwag dahil ang takot ay ginagawa nilang excuse pero ang totoo ay tamad silang mag-effort mag-take ng risk, at ipakita ang sincerity nila para sa kanilang minamahal. -OH MY END!- Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

Every hair on her arm stood as she beat back the panic welling in her breast. On the other hand, she had read novels in which the lady had enjoyed the pirate’s passionate kisses. The heroine in the book actually fell in love with the ruthless man. Isabelle rolled her eyes. It was beyond her knowledge how any woman could feel that way. Yet, Hawk had been attentive while she was being jolted atop his horse. It had seemed he almost cared about her discomfort when offering to have her lean against him.

Ryoushin sighed heavily, looking real close to losing it. “Anyway, I gotta bounce,” Lorenzo said, but Ryoushin stopped him. “How’s everything going?” “Smooth. The deal's sealed. Another gem for your collection.” Collection? What kind of collection? Cars? Women? Limited edition coffee mugs? Ryoushin raised a brow. “Who is it this time?” “Aurora Seva. Daughter of Adolfo Seva.” Figures. Another rich girl in the mix. Ryoushin scoffed. “I’ll check her out tomorrow.”

They kissed under the stars, in the garden of his family home that was now her family home too, surrounded by people who loved them, building a future neither had imagined but both had chosen deliberately. And somewhere in the city, in a café they rarely visited anymore, the espresso machine hissed and steamed, ready for the next clumsy encounter, the next accidental meeting that might change everything. Because sometimes the best love stories start with spilled coffee and end with forever.