Cuando Mi Amor Llega Tarde Novels & Stories

If only I had arrived on time, if only I had been there at that time, I could have gotten to know her much better. "I'm sorry, darling. I was late and missed you," I whispered, kissing her forehead. . c.m. louden

My work is abroad, but that doesn't stop you from going back. Seeing Kara's tears falling quicker and harder, Jamie felt as if his heart was being pricked with needles. His expression turned a little solemn. A bad feeling crept into his mind, but he still forced a smile. "Did you regret it? We're not married yet. If you want to back out, I–" Watching him so anxious and worried, Kara bit her lip and shook her head furiously. She didn't regret it. She just felt it happened too late. Why had it taken so long to meet her childhood friend again?

I came back late at night as I had already informed him about my late arrival and having dinner with my mother and brother. I directly went to my room and after changing it I lay down on the bed with my favourite romantic book "ROMEO AND JULIET" which was written by the famous writer Shakespeare. I was so engrossed in the reading that I didn't realize about the timing. But when I look at the clock it already shows 2 am in the morning and Xavier didn't even come. 'Where was he?? ' 'Why he got so late?' 'From past few days he always come on time or before but today he got so much late...??'

This way, you won't be able to recognize me in your next life, right, Shayla? Please, just give me one more chance to love you.

I caught the stench of alcohol that clung to him despite his efforts to mask it with cologne. Meanwhile, Elaine rushed over and grabbed Ian as she screeched at the top of her lungs, "You're regretting things again, aren't you? Well, I'm telling you right now. It's too late for that!" Turning to me, Elaine continued, "You haven't heard, huh, Belle? You came back too late. I'm already pregnant with Ian's baby. You don't have a chance anymore. We'll be getting married soon. It must kill you to see that the person you love has fallen in love with me and is going to marry me. We'll even be starting a family soon!"

Five minutes later, mother’s call chased me, her voice trembling with excitement: “Darling, we all saw it! Your father said ‘It’s acceptable,’ but he locked the magazine in his desk drawer! Come home for dinner, we miss you…” Miss me? Or just want to apply a new layer of gold plating to the increasingly dull Elio signboard? I smiled and declined, citing a “project deadline.” Two years later, the phone rang again. This time it was Elena herself, her crying covering the background noise: “Rhea, Dad had a stroke! The doctor says his condition is very bad, and he keeps calling your name… ” In the past timeline, this collapse didn’t happen until years later. “Sis! I know Mom and Dad were wrong be

Dylan’s hands trembled as he unfolded the letter. *“If you’re reading this, it means I couldn’t make you remember while I was alive...”* He sank into the chair, the words bleeding into his chest like knives. *“The melody you heard on the cliff—it was mine. You were dying, and I sang to keep you awake. I begged the ancestors to keep you breathing, even as I bled beside you...”* His breath caught. *“I didn’t want your love. Only your truth. But you gave both to someone else and left me to rot in silence. I forgive you, Dylan. I just couldn’t carry this weight anymore...”*

I couldn't take it anymore… "I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Romario finally looked up from his phone, his eyes narrowing in a nasty glare. "I'm sorry, Master," I corrected myself, my heart racing. Romario sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning off his phone. "We were supposed to arrive at 7 pm, and now we're an hour late. I don't know if they'll still hold our reservation." I took a deep breath, explaining, "I received a letter from Rosita... it was written before she passed away. It was very emotional for me, and I... I fell asleep."

I gave him a lazy, sleepy smile, still half in dreamland but already aching for him. “There she is,” he murmured, voice low and rough. He pecked my lips softly, once, twice, then lingered for a deeper kiss that tasted like apology and want. “Sorry I’m late, baby. Council wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Missed you every second.” “It’s fine,” I whispered, voice husky from sleep. I reached up and ran my fingers through his messy hair, pulling him down for another slow kiss. “You’re here now.”

That face won’t leave my head, years upon years of endless love and this is all I get. My chin is trembling as I can't stop the tears from falling anymore. My pants are deep and heavy as the room starts to spin, when my phone vibrates, everything comes to a stop, only my anxiousness tightens at the pit of my stomach. I wipe my eyes to read the message, 'Tonight, 8p.m. XX hotel. Don't be late or I'll come find you.' I know what that means… there's no backing out now. He won't let me.