Darling Dearest Novels & Stories

An inviting, sweet fragrance filled every corner of the house. Decorations adorned the space, highlighted by a large, intertwined heart pattern on one of the walls. Rose petals carpeted the wooden floor, with candles flickering on both sides. It was a scene straight out of a romance novel, so perfect that one might mistake it for a proposal happening. Charlie was in the living room. When Lexi returned, he exclaimed, "What brings you here?" "Charlie, shouldn't I be asking you that? What brings you here?" Lexi asked.

But it felt like forever. The hall was exquisitely decorated. Used mainly by the royal family from generations-generations, it had an aura that commanded respect. Blue lights illuminated every corner, making the white floor sparkle. The door opened, and a veiled Darcel walked in alongside her bridal train. She was dressed in a red gown- the symbol of celebration in the vampire kingdom. She walked with gaiety and poise, but I felt nothing. In my mind's eye, I saw Mirah in her place. Approaching me- all smiles. With a beauty that could brighten an entire room.

Jax answered back with his voice dripping heavily with sarcasm. “Oh sweet tea and lemon ! Now aren’t you a dear, sarcastic man with the most obnoxious attitude ?” Xel sweetly said while fluttering her eyelashes innocently with a fake smile plastered on her face. “Sorry princess but sarcasm falls out my mouth like stupidity falls out of yours,” he retorted back and smugged when he saw Xel losing her cool.

Delfina folded her arms under her chest fighting her smirk as his eyes drew to her breasts which lifted at the movement. “I’m sorry.” He started. “What is her favorite song?” Carma cut off his apology. “What?” he turned confused eyes to Carma. “Delfina’s favorite song. What is it?” “I don’t know, why?” “Favorite color?” “Where are you going with this?”

He had brought me more happiness than he would ever know and the dam that threatened to break from the back of my eyes was proof of how much his words had touched me. Don't get me started on the new endearment. That just made my week and some. He made me feel special. The new endearment soothed my fragile and sore heart. I am used to him calling me Little One and Sweetheart, but Darling, that one is new. While him calling me Sweetheart or Little One made me happy and filled my stomach with butterflies, him calling me Darling made me happier and filled my stomach with a zoo. "Come here, Sweetheart." He softly coaxed with a soft smile as he moved his chair back and opened his arms welcomingly.

Delphine cannot allow all her hard work to crumble before her. The orchestra begins the opening notes and she smiles lightly and leans ever so slightly to the microphone set out just for her: ‘Darling, in the night I’ve searched for you, calling you The moon never answers and Neither does the sea Are you trapped In the air? Or down below? Why, I’ve been grasping for Signs of you everywhere I go The birds repeat me, And the whales lament Singing the ache I feel That I cannot heal Darling, in the night I’ve searched for you, calling you

Absolutely, I feel cherished and no longer perceive myself as a side note or an outcast. "I truly love it in this place," I mused. And Raymond fretted, observing how I am deep in contemplation. Touched me. “Ugh, what is it again?” "Is that a sorrowful smile you have?" “No, no, darling” Oh no, what does darling mean? I pressed my lips onto my tongue. So you truly don't want to address me as dear, or you merely wish to conceal what you can express. Ladies though! Raymond remarked.

"Don't you have to be in Vegas or something? And don't call me darling." "It's darlin', not darling, first of all. And second of all, it's a term of endearment," I say, shrugging. "You've been in New York too long. This is me being polite, showing my Texan roots." Delaney puts her hands on her hips and looks at me with her eyes narrowed. "It's condescending," she says. "And you're not even from Texas."

“My queen.” “Don't flatter me.” Camille blushed, a small smile breaking through despite herself. She allowed the closeness, leaning into him just a little as they moved through the crowd. They found a quieter corner of the dance floor where the orchestra played a slow, romantic melody. Roderick turned her toward him and pulled her into his arms. One hand rested low on her back, the other held hers as they swayed gently. “I meant every word up there,” He murmured, forehead almost touching hers. “You’re everything I don’t deserve… but I’m going to keep trying to be worthy of you.”

But not if it caused her an ounce of discomfort. She smiled and shook her head. “No, darling. I love the moment you walk into the living room and I love how your eyes light up when you see me. I wouldn’t trade that moment for anything.” He was absolutely and absurdly delighted over the endearment she used. She’d never used one, never called him anything but Derrick. He was a grown man and nearly taken to his knees over the sweetness of her calling him darling. “What is it, Derrick?” she asked, worry furrowing her brow. “Did I say something wrong?”