Christian Love Story Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.

Lia said "Jake is really nice, I wish Christian treat me like that." "Christian again.. Jake is not Christian and Christian is not Jake." Lia said "I know." "He hurt me like multiple times but he still the one who keep my heart." I sighed "I don't know why you love him so much, he doesn't even treat you right." Lia said and she got the point "I know, I even ask myself." I said "Weird, it's like heaven already match you two but you first who fall in love." She said

she said while fiddling with her napkin restlessly. Touching her fingers and calming her down, Christian looked straight in her eyes. "Nothing is stopping me from continuing this relationship, orphan or not, Sara I fell in love with you from the first time I set my eyes on you, and that love has not withered, infact it has blossomed rapidly that I don't know if you have charmed me with something." Laughing quietly he said quietly-

Alois Devaraux, the first Emperor of Heaven who is known for his excellency in crafting weapons, set his own foot on the land of mortals to bring peace and execute the wolves using his very own hands. Meanwhile, in a far away mountain located in the land of mortals home a woman who fell in love with a wolf, Callista Cournellier. Upon searching for a Comfrey amidst the forest, she stumbled upon a man whom she thought of as a hunter, Louis Valentine. Their meetings did not end in this and they eventually got married. The woman soon bore a child in her womb. The gender is still unknown but a decision has been made to call the baby Anastasia if it’s a female, or Gavin if it is of the opposite ge

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I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.

Elizabeth’s POV I had finally reached out to Christian through one of his ever-faithful workers, the same ones he kept sending to deliver gifts I hadn’t asked for. A few days ago, he sent me fifty pre-release books. Romance novels, of course. Top-notch titles that weren’t supposed to hit shelves for months, yet somehow Christian had gotten them early. I’d binged through almost every single one. They gave me a peace I hadn’t felt in weeks, curling up in their stories, forgetting my own. But what unsettled me more was how he knew exactly the kind of books I loved. That man noticed everything, even the details I thought no one else did.

I said, my breath coming in short gasps as if I ran a marathon. I walked out of the department and headed to the restroom. Turning the doorknob, my jaw dropped as I saw an unimaginable scene; Raymond’s lips were pressed on the lady I met at Ralph’s birthday party. I watched the horrific as a searing pain spread through my chest. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. “Is my existence a curse? Everyone and everything I love deserts me. Don’t I deserve to be loved?” I chose to forgive him even when I doubted his confession. Why can't I be accorded a little respect as his wife?

Christian grabbed my shoulder, making me face him, and planted a soft kiss on my lips. “So you don’t care about your friend’s love life?” I pulled away, bothered. “What could be more important than Vince having his happily ever after?” “You, my wife.” Christian leaned in for another kiss. “You are my happily ever after.” ~The End~

Is that what is called LOVE? ***