Cuando Mi Amor Llega Tarde Novels & Stories

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

The message was directed to my old number. "Grace, you have one day to show yourself. Come back to me immediately, or face the consequences." I let out a dry, bitter laugh. 'I’m right here, Caleb. Just inches away, but you can’t see me anymore.' My phone, long forgotten, sat dead in the back of a storage closet somewhere. Even if I wanted to answer, it had probably lost its charge by now. As the minutes ticked by without a response, I watched Caleb’s agitation grow, his pacing becoming more frantic. Finally, he snatched his coat from the couch and stormed towards the door.

Otherwise, I would not have survived the night. I had just returned from the hospital. My injuries still throbbed with dull pain. Tears welled up when my fingers brushed against my flat stomach. I still remembered the vicious oath he had sworn when he defied all gossip to marry me. “Hailey, you’re the only one for me. If I ever betray you, may I die a wretched death.” Yet he brought his first love into our home. The cold wind stung, but not as much as this heart-wrenching pain.

She rushed to block him at the entrance as she seethed through clenched teeth, "Evan Solberg, are you out of your mind? This is an important family dinner. Yet, you're over an hour late. Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose?" Evan's smile didn't even slip in the face of her fury. "You're making it more serious than it looks. Compared to how regularly you're late or absent, I'd say I arrived pretty early." "You!" Hazel immediately felt an unmistakable sense of hostility radiating from him after hearing that sentence.

I have been late before but this time I'm not. I mean who would have thought that after all the misfortunes; the heartache, the dramas and the battles could lead to this moment. In the end, the moon goddess still makes sure that the latecomers, like me, would never be left without a Mate, notwithstanding more battles to come in our way. "A Mate for the Latecomer"

Throughout our trip, it was constantly throbbing in my mind, but I had planned to wait until all the dramas in our lives had settled, until there were no distractions and I could make it perfect. But after tonight… after that mind-blowing, impulsive, and passionate moment we had just shared in the restroom, I realized that there was no such thing as the perfect moment. Love wasn’t about waiting for things to be ideal, it was about seizing the moment, embracing the unpredictability, and making every second count. Freya was my unpredictability, my fire, my safe place, my worst distraction and my storm all in one. And I didn’t want to risk losing her to time or circumstances. I wanted to make i

I looked at my wrist and answered her exactly as she had asked. "It is 8:30 p.m., baby, why did you distract me just to ask about time?" She laughed and tried to get off my lap, but I shoved her back hard so she had to sit back down. "Aww!Easy Lucas, you said you would be here by 7 p.m., and you are not just an hour late, but an hour and thirty minutes late. "Baby, I am sorry. I had to go pick up my friend who just returned to Los Angeles this evening. Is that why you are upset? I will make it up to you, baby," I said, drawing her nearer to me as I proceeded to target her very sensitive area.

She sang the next song that came on, but she changed some of the words so that she could be singing about Romero “Sometimes late at night..I lie awake and watch him sleeping…He’s lost in peaceful dreams…so I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark..and the thought crosses my mind….If I never wake up in the morning….would he ever doubt…the way I feel about him in my heart……if tomorrow never comes…will he know how much I love him….did I try in every way…to show him every day…that’s he’s my only one…..and if my time on earth were through….and he must face this world without me..is the love I gave him in the past…gonna be enough to last…if tomorrow never comes….’Cause I’ve lost loved ones

When I'm eight, my younger sister, Rachel Gaffney, unplugs the battery powering my artificial heart so she can charge her phone. By the time Mom and Dad find me, my skin has turned blue, and I'm barely breathing. The doctors save my life, but I'm left with serious health problems that never go away. After that, Rachel might as well be invisible to Mom and Dad. They stop smiling at her and barely speak to her. All their time and attention go to me instead. Dad takes a job overseas just to pay for the monthly maintenance on my artificial heart, while Mom quits her job to stay by my side around the clock. She even fasts one day a week, praying that I'll be given more time. I may never be he

“I need to get home.” I leaned back against the leather, watching the city blur past the tinted windows. I’d better hurry before she gets really mad, I thought, a quiet chuckle escaping me. Michelle hated when I came home late without warning — especially when it's almost midnight. But I knew her anger would melt the moment she saw me. I still remember when I came back covered in blood and how deeply worried she was. In that moment, I truly felt loved. And I hope tonight she'd pull me close, run her fingers through my hair, and kiss me, seducing me the best way I like it. Even if I keep pushing her away, God knows how much I love when she comes unto me in that manner.