Cuando Mi Amor Llega Tarde Novels & Stories

Countless classmates and colleagues came, saying that I had been the most hardworking and talented researcher. My family never knew this side of me before. I had always been the jealous and troublesome daughter in their eyes. Ian knelt before my grave overnight without getting up. "I was wrong, Winona… I was terribly wrong… I thought I didn't love you, but I know now that I'm nothing without you. Please come back. You can be angry at me, yell at me, and hate me… Just come back…" he begged. However, I could never return. My mother placed a plate of mango tarts. They were my favorite when I was a child.

At the time, Atlas hadn't realized that trip would mark their final farewell. Unable to bear the pain, he closed the app and lowered his head to press a kiss to Ember's image on the screen. "Ember, I will find you."

“Don’t be suspicious. I’m just putting in some extra hours. The hot air balloons need maintenance too.” “What time will you be back?” I asked him again. “A little later.” “Okay. I’ve made your favorite dishes, so please come home soon.” As time went on, whenever I asked, his responses became more dismissive. “I’ll be back later.” All those ‘laters’ often stretched into the early hours of the morning. Then there was the night I had heated his meal several times already when my phone suddenly pinged with a notification. It was a post from Michelle.

I still didn't take my eyes off him till he reached me. "Hey handsome",he said in his breathtaking voice. I swallowed hard, finding my voice... I finally did. "Took you a while", I said. "I'm sorry I'm late, I just flew in like an hour ago, I had to make sure I came here today". "For Timothy's wedding?". He chuckled,"No silly, for you".

My eyes kept drifting to the door, then back to the clock. 10:07 PM. A soft breath slipped past my lips as I dragged my fingers through my hair. Why did it feel like the entire world was moving just too fucking slow tonight? I couldn’t sit still Not when I knew what was waiting for me, and who was waiting for me. Adrian. The memory of his low commanding velvet-wrapped steel voice, made me smirk. _Eleven p.m. sharp, little one. If you’re even one minute late, I’ll make sure you remember exactly who you belong to tonight.*_

I want to clean you up, princess". he said seductively and my doubt in myself became bigger. Oh God, why this time? I complained to my mind. "Love, not now. Hmm, I'll run late and Alice has called me already. She will appear here if I don't arrive there at 10 and I only have less than an hour". I explained once again and begged him more with my voice but I failed when he walked slowly towards me and grabbed a soap.

Half a month had passed since I last saw him, so I already missed him dearly. However, as soon as I arrived at the airport, I ran into Quinton and Zachary. They both had sullen expressions, but their faces lit up immediately when they saw me. "Mom! I knew you would come! Are those tarts for me? Thank you for these!" Zachary eagerly snatched the box from my hand. Quinton said coldly, "I told you the deadline was before three o'clock. Do you know what time it is right now? You should learn a thing or two from Lynn when it comes to timeliness!"

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you thi

It was embarrassing that she was even ahead of him. ... It was 9 in the morning and Vince was still leaning against the entrance. That's okay. 30 minutes late. Maybe she’s just fixing herself, or maybe it’s traffic now. ... 9:30... and still nothing. 1 hour late, and that's still okay, right? As long as you love the person right? ... 10 o'clock. 1 hour and 30 minutes late. Nope. It's not Filipino time for him yet. It's just traffic.

I glance at the time, noticing that it’s almost nine am and I hurry to put on decent enough clothes before rushing to the elder’s hall. Arriving, three minutes late, I start to apologize, a coat of sweat making my skin sticky as I pray to the Moon Goddess to keep my position. Elders are not fond of people being late. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t find the perfect shirt to get married in.” I smile when I reach the table, looking at elder Maddi with the best puppy dog gaze.