Crescent Love Novels & Stories

Bowie POV My eyes shot open. The water was still falling around us, steam curling through the air, and Wesley was looking at me like he had just handed me the most fragile part of himself. "Wesley." His name came out barely a whisper. "I love you, Bowie." He said it again, stronger this time, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. “I have been trying to say it for weeks. I couldn't… I didn't know how. But I love you. I'm in love with you."

"You could have. You just needed to trust that you could." His mouth curves. The genuine smile. "I love you. Have I articulated that today?" "Only twice." "That's nowhere near adequate." He kisses me, soft and fierce, in the empty boardroom where I first dropped his pen on that cold marble floor. The Penobscot Building pumps its red beat through the window. The Spirit of Detroit statue hurls its bronze arms toward the sky. The old train station's clock tower glares through the glass, its hands still frozen at 4:17. And Julian Croft, the ice king, the apex predator, has finally reclaimed everything he lost.

Sloane visited one evening while Lyra worked a night shift, sitting on the floor of the nursery with Zachary while Isla took a late call in the other room. "Wedding's set," Sloane said, leaning back against the crib frame. "Next autumn. Clare." "Clare again." "Lyra asked. I said yes before she finished the sentence." "That's fast, even for you." "She doesn't ask for things often," Sloane said. "When she does, the answer's always yes. Small, though. Just us and whoever matters." "That'll be a bigger group than you think." "I know," Sloane said, and something in his voice suggested he didn't mind that at all.

Two years ago… 2015 Adam’s POV What is home? Home for me is not four walls and a ceiling. Home for me is the love of my life Aria. It’s been six years we’ve been together. How we met? In university, first year medicine to be exact. She caught my attention when she first tripped over my legs causing her nose to start bleeding and blame my so called “long legs”

Last night, he did everything like pulling up every file he can find about Lucille Cales after his boss told him about it. He had heard about the reincarnation of the Immortal dragon’s true love from his great-grandfather before but he didn’t know that he will ever meet one in his lifetime. It was because they said that her last reincarnation had been so long already and a few from their generations didn’t even get to meet her. And yet, here she is, standing close to her. Like the stories he had heard, she was indeed beautiful. To be honest, he was very much nervous to address her but he was trying his best to act like usual. Sir Valentino wasn’t acting like usual since last night and even s

The nexus responded, threads of love and destiny converging in a cosmic crescendo that promised revelations beyond the veil of cosmic mystery. Within this cosmic realm, celestial entities embodied the essence of profound connections, their ethereal presence infusing the cosmic landscape with the power of love. Romantic echoes reverberated as cosmic entities shared tales of love transcending the boundaries of existence. The nexus, a focal point of cosmic convergence, pulsated with the intensity of romantic energy, guiding me toward a cosmic climax where love and destiny intertwined in a cosmic ballet.

Henley murmurs her eyes intent on me. I glare in her direction. Just because I still have these feelings for her doesn't give her the right to act so superior. "Thanks to her I am learning to let go of those feelings." I mutter. Henley scowls. "What happened to I love my boyfriend for you to meddle in my affairs?" I spit. "We both know that it is impossible to replace me in your life Crescent. Brad loves me and I love him while between you and her, she loves you and you are too busy looking for some other girl's attention. Who is..."

My boyfriend, Leon Burton, who worked in the research institute in Aetheris, had discovered an asteroid. When it was time to give it a name, he said he wanted to name it "Phoebe". Phoebe Jones. That was the name of his first love. I broke down in tears over it in the corner of the room. I had left my family to follow him to Aetheris, taking care of his every need. And yet… Heartbroken, I called my mother. "Mom, I've decided to marry Nathan. I'm leaving Aetheris."

They were beasts themselves now, clawing at sheets, clawing at men, biting lips bloody, screaming for release as the sting of evil claimed them. Crescenta was the first to come undone, her body bucking violently as her man’s tongue drove into her folds with a force that made her see stars. She screamed his name into the vaulted chamber, back arched, nails dragging bloody streaks down his shoulders. When her orgasm hit, it was brutal, shaking her body until she nearly collapsed, but still he didn’t let her go, wringing another out of her with his fingers even as she begged.

"Baby Isabella, listen up. We fell in love first before you came into the picture with your billionaire daddy's money, wanting to ruin our relationship. But since we love each other, we needed to take you out of the picture, little by little. We didn't plan for you to find out this way, but since you did... no problem. How does it feel, finding out the truth?" Isabella turned her gaze to Caleb, her eyes filled with sadness and disbelief. "Is that true? You both fell in love first?" she asked, her voice quivering with hope and desperation. Caleb hesitated for a moment, his eyes avoiding Isabella's gaze before finally meeting her pleading eyes. With a heavy sigh, he nodded. "Yes," he admitted,