Novel & Cerita Coulda Been Love Reunion

Fuck, she had become the center of my life. I cursed inwardly as a knock on the door startled me. Caleb stood up. “I’ve got it.” Chloe shot him a look. “No. I’ll do it.” They reached the door at the same time and opened it together. Standing on the porch was the last person we'd all expected to see. Rebecca Elizabeth Colton. What the fuck was she even doing here? Hadn't Marissa asked her to never show her face in her life again? How was she here now that…

Tears streamed down their faces as they clung to each other, whispering names, memories, and half-finished sentences filled with raw emotion. Amelia and Blake stood awkwardly by the side, watching the emotional reunion unfold. Blake cleared his throat. “Well... this is dramatic.” Amelia shot him a glare. “Have some respect.” Blake smirked. “I am respecting it. I’m just saying, if this were a movie, it’d be the part where the background music swells.” Amelia rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. The two older women finally pulled back, wiping their tears. Evelyn cupped Ruby’s face, her eyes shining with disbelief. “I can’t believe it’s really you.”

I said, thinking about how much our lives had evolved since Xefora disbanded. "Yeah, but some things never change. Like our love for music and each other," Max said, raising his coffee cup in a toast. "Cheers to that," I said, clinking my cup against hers. "And cheers to Red, for chasing his dreams and making them a reality." We were at the canteen of the hospital waiting for Felix to end his shift for today. We planned to visit Isla today with Max. We've been missing Isla so much that we planned to visit her grave.

" Sure you can have from mine as much as you like Maria '' Valeriana said ordering pistachio cones. They were having ice cream. Maria was talking about Rebecca , a seventy five years old lady in HOME who always wants to go to the rooftop even though she has terrible joint pain. Valeriana feels sorry for. Rebecca's grand-children used to build small tent houses on the roof and play there. She used to play with them as well. One day her grandson fell from the roof and died. Her Son blamed her for carelessness and left her in the old age home. She stayed there for five years but she was mistreated there so she fled and was rescued and shifted to HOME afterwards. It's been seven years since she

“Chris, if you really love her just let her feel it. Who knows in the end it can still be you and her? Not all arranged marriages have a happy ending. Always be there when she needs you. Never leave her side when she’s hurting. When she’s in pain. Never forget that in her heart, it is you first. And it will never be easy to forget your first love. Okay? Don’t show up in front of her if you are a mess. She will surely feel sad and pain will slowly kill her. Okay?” “Okay. Thank you for the advice Bridgette. Don’t worry I will help you with Justin. Bye now. And enjoy. Please look after my love.” and he ended the call before I even said goodbye. Love will be painful if you are two worlds apart.

"I know, Jack. I love you too." "Please, forgive my stupidity in the past days. From this moment on, give me a chance to make you happy." Reo flashed a bashful smile. Then he wrapped his arms around Jack's body. "Then we'll be the most romantic gay couple, Jack." Both laughed. The twilight sky is proof of their story. Two men who love each other. Hope there will be a radiance of happiness in the future regarding their relationship. "Me for you, and you for me. It will always be like that." said Jack repeating the same sentence as before.

"You want to explain? Fine. Explain why you left. Explain why you never came back. Explain why the first time I see you in a decade, is to rent my fucking womb!" "That's not-" "This was your plan wasn't it? You contacted Maria for this instead because you know that I'll be left as an option." Diego's jaw tightened. "Yes." Her hand came across his face with a tight slap but he didn't move. "Yes," she repeated. "Yes. You knew." "I knew." Lucia's vision blurred, and she felt dizzy but couldn’t faint in front of him. Tears and rage clouded her. "I loved you." Her words came out broken. "I waited for you. I waited thinking maybe you would come back and give an explanation. Maybe there was a reaso

This place was the home they had shared ever since they registered their marriage. Since she loved grapes, Lennon planted a grapevine in the yard and set up a swing so they could go on it together every summer. Now, she raised a shovel and struck the trellis. It collapsed with a crash, just like her love. Mabel tore down the massive wedding photo in the living room and burned it, along with the love letters Lennon had written her. Just as the flames died down, Lennon returned. He frowned at the fire pit. "What's that for?"

It makes me really sad. [3.6 Failed at suicide. Why can't I even choose to die? Life is unbearably painful. I can't go on.] [If there's a next life...] The black ink had blurred from my tears, and the words beyond it had become unreadable. I muttered, "Even though you already know, I still want to tell you that I really love you. I love you so much that I wish for another life with you." For a moment, it felt as if Samuel were standing right beside me again—still the lively, confident young man I remembered. I couldn't look away, mesmerized, unwilling to wake from the illusion.

"With our finances? You think now is the time to have a kid? And I've told you before that I hate children! I don't want to have a baby with you!" Those words shattered the last bit of hope I had left. That New Year's Eve, the truck that came barreling toward us ended both our lives. In that instant, I felt no fear, only release. Now that we had both been reborn, we had also made our choices to stay away from each other. There was no reason to cling to the past. I pushed the check back toward her. "No need. I don't take things from strangers." She frowned, confused and a little offended. "Lucas, what do you mean? You think I'm a stranger?"