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He kisses the top of my head. We lie there for a while in comfortable silence, with his arm snug around my middle and circling my small bump, and his chin on the top of my head. ‘’I love you, Millie,’’ he murmurs in my ear, and I smile. ‘’I love you too.’’ Asher has easily become my favorite person and these are the moments I cherish the most. Even though there are people who want this to fail, and keep saying our relationship won’t last, I know that it will. There is a strong connection between us.

Salvatore asked. Alexa adjusted her napkin in her lap and contemplated her answer. “Well, I know it’s not exciting or adventurous, but I love to read.” “I think reading is quite adventurous. I enjoy it myself sometimes. What types of books do you like reading?” “I like reading all kinds of books, but literary classics are my favorite.” “Ah, Pride and Prejudice and the like?” She laughed, and he leaned closer to her. “Yes, you could say that.” “What’s your favorite book?” His gaze was locked on hers, and he was close enough she could feel the heat of his breath. He was caught up in the wonder of the moment, and she was captivated too.

So I didn't watch it's subsequent parts. "Now continue." "Right. My favourite book is The Fault in our Stars by John Green. My favourite movie series is The Lord Of The Rings." "It's also my little sister's favourite. I find it a bit lame though." I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands, "It's not lame!" "Hey, that was just my personal opinion. Don't kill me." "Okay, so what about you? Tell me about yourself now." ~ "This place is pretty good," I commented, eyeing the interior of the restaurant. It was a bit crowded for my liking, though it was quite spacious. The restaurant's interior was done up in a combination of gold, white and cream colours which gave it a sophisticated feel.

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.

It is undoubtedly old, and the spine is now gradually falling. "It's my favorite classic romance novel. Although I was looking for a classic fantasy book here, that one attracted my eye." "I'm not a big fan of romance—" She cut me off, "I'm the same way! Fantasy is my favorite genre. But don't worry, because once you read it, you won't have any regrets, and you'll even thank Sierra McCarthy for recommending such a treasure to you!," She exclaimed, winking at me.

And if he wanted something that was beyond my means, I even fought to get it for him. I felt sorry that he had missed out on so much during his childhood. In my previous life, he told me that his elders and relatives would go out of their way to prepare gifts for Charles, the favored son. Compared to those, Samuel's gifts were always an afterthought. They were extras that were passed to him in the end. Only Whitney was different. Whitney, his so-called childhood sweetheart. She gave him candy that belonged to him alone. Even if it was expired, it was still the only precious bit of sweetness in his lonely childhood.

‎ ‎"Did you modify your tongue? It's sharpened with more nonsensities than ever." ‎"Hey, hey." Loralye snapped the book in her hand shut before she approached me. Then, she smirked in my face, placed a hand on my shoulder to push me down to the couch below and placed her book on my lap. "That's no way for a therapist to talk." ‎ ‎I returned her smile. "Just checking if there's really anything up there. You know, like squirrels check their nuts to hear if they're hollow or mostly just empty."

he said, extending the book towards me. I took the book, my fingers brushing against the cover as I examined the title. "Little Women," I read aloud, a sense of familiarity washing over me. "Yes, it was Jacob's favorite book, and I think you will find it captivating too," he explained, his voice filled with warmth and nostalgia. "I'm sure I will," I replied, a soft smile playing on my lips, feeling a connection to Jacob through this shared love for literature. I ran my fingers along the cover, appreciating the weight of the book and the memories it held.

I said. "Well then," he said. "Please enlighten me: what is your favorite film and book?" "Favorite film is Gone with The Wind, favorite book is Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy." He grimaced. "I half-expected the gushy romance part, but not the lack of happy endings," Adam said. ''Lack of happy endings?!'' I asked. "Says the man whose favorite book is The Art of War..." "I see your point." I leaned forward and pulled out the bag of breakfast that Mrs. Chandler had sent us.

I couldn’t tell Aunt Hilda, nor could I tell Alex—they both hated Scott and would rather drink a bottle of ink than hear his name. “Don’t worry, Allison. I’m going to stay for a few more days before heading back to New York” he said and it made me feel happy. “Did little Liam enjoy the storybooks I gave him?” “Yes, he did. He won’t stop talking about it. Kids his age love playing with toys, but Liam prefers books. He watches SpongeBob, but books are his favorite, just like his father,” I grinned, but then I stopped, realizing what I had just said.