Black Clover Romantic Novels & Stories

“At least Silverthorn’s rejection will be honest, unlike your helpless little performances.” Clover’s smile hardened, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Alarick only came back because his pride was bruised,” she said, her voice sharper now. “He doesn’t love you. He only hates losing.” The words were meant to hurt me, but they came out too bitter, too personal. For a brief second, Clover looked less like someone who’d won and more like someone who wasn’t sure what she’d actually gained. I closed the suitcase and zipped it shut. “If Alarick is truly yours now, then maybe you should focus on keeping him instead of watching me.”

Neither of us moved it. “To be clear,” I said, before it could win, “the cover is a costume. It doesn’t unlock anything. You don’t get to touch me because a concierge is watching. If I want you again, and that is a very theoretical if, I’ll be the one who decides it. Same as the first time.” “I know.” “Say it properly.” “The cover gives me nothing,” he said, even and low. “Whatever happens between us happens because you choose it, or it doesn’t happen. That was true in the dark and it’s true now.”

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

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The two smiles and voice out that they’re to get freebies plus the cash. “Uh, lucky for the both of y you; with me I’m fed up with my so-called admirer. Someone called that tonight he will disclose to me my secret admirer but it’s an hour now; no one showed up.” This is so tiring and disgusting,’ Debbie was extremely upset. A waiter come and gets the big gift box under their table. It’s a white box address to Debbie. Notes were there, I love you Debbie Montejar. Will you accept my love?

It highlighted the candle-lit lanterns of the reception area as the bright orange sky turned into a pitch black. Soon after the wedding ceremony, everyone moved to the reception area where crisp linens and bamboo chairs were arranged. They decorated the tables with Trapp candles and colorful flowers. Before heading to the reception area, I helped Rose to change into a graceful black dress that showed her curves perfectly. "Hey." Kelvin waved at me as soon as I entered. He was wearing a black suit. I must admit he was good in a suit, which I didn't expect. I walked towards him and smiled. "You made it."

The desire in his eyes could not be hidden and it made Rain extremely uncomfortable. “Romeo,” Rain forced a polite smile, “Its been a while,” Romeo nodded and crosses his arms over his chest, his dark and intense eyes taking in Rain’s body. His eyes lingered on her chest, Rain pretended not to notice. She cleared her throat to bring out of whatever the fuck it was that was making his mind stray. “Yes, it has Rain…it is…” He looked past the door and look as if he wanted to walk in. “…good to see you, Rain,”

10:30 𝚙𝚖. *𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛* As Bridgette sped through the rain-drenched streets, her anger burned hot and fierce. The knowledge of her lover's betrayal of her ultimate rival, Natalie Wayne, fueled her fury, and she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white.

She murmured, "I can tell you both have a solid relationship." Zoey was envious. Still, she wanted to express that happy endings were still possible for high school sweethearts. It sounded beautiful to be together with someone they loved when they were seventeen. Claire said, "I am a nice person. I don't really get angry, so we rarely argue. But there have been times he made me so mad that I wanted to break up. I can still remember him taking a train to chase after me when I went home for Christmas. He followed me like a lost puppy everywhere I went. In the end, he wore me down, and I forgave him."

Amber folded her arms. "Trust me; you don't want to find out." I was practically in Amber's face. She was poking at a part of me I locked away and hoped I would never see again. She, of all people, should know better than to piss me off. I saw Adam enter the lobby, so I walked away from Amber toward my husband. Adam wore a black shirt, dark jeans, loafers, and a black leather jacket. I smiled when my eyes met his green ones. He was holding a bouquet of pink carnations.