Darling Dearest Novels & Stories

Damien greeted her, his voice carrying a tenderness that made Flora smile. "Hi," she replied softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of happiness and longing. The nickname wasn't new, but it never failed to make her heart flutter. Over the past few weeks, she had noticed how Damien’s pet names for her had grown increasingly affectionate and playful, each one more saccharine than the last. From "sweetheart" to "honeybee," it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of reminding her how much she meant to him. It was in these small details that she realized just how much he missed her—how the distance between them had made their bond stronger, more intense.

“So, ‘Darling’. Is this a common thing? Do I get a list?” Panic made my tongue clumsy. “It’s just a pack thing! A greeting. You know, like ‘baby’, or ‘honey’, or… darling.” I was digging the hole deeper with every word, listing off endearments like an idiot. I felt a fierce blush scorch my entire face and neck. “It doesn’t mean anything special!” He was quiet for a moment, and I could picture him, that infuriatingly knowing look on his face. “Baby. Honey. Darling,” he repeated slowly, as if tasting the words. “I like them.”

Just close enough that she had to tilt her head to keep his eyes. “You’ve always been mine,” he added, quieter. “Years of watching you choose everyone else didn’t change it. Daniel won’t. The list won’t. You can date every beautiful man in London if you need to. It still won’t change it.” The lift dinged. Top floor.

he laughed. Darcel’s cheeks flushed, her hand warm in his. “You have a way with words, Mr. Everett,” she said softly. “I’m glad you think so,” Tristan replied, a grin spreading across his face. “So, if you’ll have me, I’d like to show you that I’m worth more than my last name. I’d like to show you that I’m worth your time, Darcel.” Darcel bit her lip, her heart fluttering in her chest. “Okay,” she breathed. “Okay, I’ll let you try.”

“I’ve never seen that many zeroes in my life. I don’t even think I can pronounce that number correctly.” “I got you,” Tallis offered with a grin. “It’s pronounced ‘fabulous shopping spree and an exotic island getaway.’” “Mine’s pronounced ‘complete apartment makeover,’” Rex added, chuckling. “The place is practically falling apart, but now? Damn. I can finally invite girls over without feeling embarrassed.” Tallis turned to Dariel’s desk, smirking. “What about you, lover boy?” Dariel’s cheeks turned pink. “I’m getting my wife the ring she actually deserves.”

he asks teasingly. “E-very – thing,” I say punctuating the syllables. He laughs enjoying my playfulness. Starter arrives and we dig in. The chef gave us a cured salmon with crème fraíche and dill. I savor every bite, I close my eyes the salmon is amazing. The bread is baked to perfection. “That’s all that makes me beautiful? My brows and my body?” he asks as we eat. “Oh no. Your mouth is a work of art. The way you use it.” I say my voice sounding sexy and heavy with lust. I squeeze my thighs together taming my pussy. We’re having dinner here nothing more.

"I just want you to call me your darling. Is that really so hard? Fine, I'm going to bed since you're not going to do it." As the words rang through the air, Darryl pretended to slowly close his eyes. "No… No, you shan't do that…" Robin panicked at the sight, and she said quickly, "Fine, fine… Darling…" The last words rang through the air as she flushed beetroot red, looking unspeakably charming. "That's more like it, Darling." Darryl chuckled as she finally said the words, getting off the bed at once. "You…" Robin was beside herself with rage and humiliation. She had never thought she would ever call someone that, and roared at him, "Get off the bed and go to sleep!"

Dale She woke before sunrise again and attempted to sneak out of his hold once more, thinking he didn’t wake at the slightest movement or sound. “Where are you going, Darling?” He growled in a sleepy voice, causing her to squeak with fright. He had started to enjoy those little squeaks she made whenever she was startled. If he’d been a more playful person, he might have strived to startle her more in a bid to hear it and then see the slight flush to her cheeks in her embarrassment.

"All my life, I always wish that I hope someone will love me even in my worst and darkest day and you're the one that God sent to me. I didn't know that it was you all along." "Lilie, I don't know what to say right now, but I want you to remember how much I love you. I'm proud because you become stronger than you think. In this world full of different art, you will be my favorite arts. You will always be my favorite masterpiece, Darling. " I grabbed her palm and kissed it. I wiped the tears dripping from her eyes and continued. "Darling, you always say that I'm the one who saves you, but the truth is ... you're the one who saves me."

--Heart beats fast, colours and promises. How to be brave, how can I love when I'm afraid to fall. And watching you stand alone, all of my doubts, suddenly goes away somehow... One step closerrrrrrrrr. I have died everyday waiting for you, Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more...-- Tristan's POV.