Darling Lover Novels & Stories

I told my new lover about you, But I never told him you were the one i imagined staring at me with joy while I'm walking down the aisle with the floor, covered with daisies. I told my new lover about you, But I never told him you were the one I made plans with the future. I told my new lover about you, But I never told him It was you I am imagining putting the ring. I told my new lover about you, but I never told him I still have this slightest hope you'd comeback,

Fleur's said while looking at the stars above them. "I will take you here whenever you wanted, If you want I will marry you here," Memphis said and turn aside to look at her, Fleur do the same then he kissed her forehead. "Really? I would love to marry you under the stars," She smiled genuinely. "Yes, I will do everything to marry you here!" He smiled back. "I Love You, Love" She said. "I Love You More, Love" He answered and they looked back at the stars. ****** "That night was the most beautiful night I ever had with you," Bitterly she smiles, "but——— that is also the night that Dad found out that I'm coming out with you," She nodded and tries to hold her tears but it just flows out.

--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.

I stopped to rest, I propped my elbow on the table, placing my cheeks on my hand. What will be of our love story? If we have a genre, it will be an out-of-this-world fantasy and I don't want it to end tragically, like how it always has been for the past millennia. I'm kind of glad I am not able to feel the way of how I died before. "Ms. Eva." Natalie entered the office, disturbing me from my genre choosing of my own love story. "I heard from Mr. Adam! He said that—"

Just before he left, he looked back at me one last time, eyes dark and soft and burning with love and possession all at once. “Dream of me,” he whispered so only I could hear. “Because I’m already yours. Completely. And you are mine.” He slipped out the door, closing it silent and slow behind him, leaving me wrapped in warmth and the ghost of him, safe and completely his, drifting off knowing that even when he left, he never really went anywhere.

We fell in love when we were kids and were unaware of what was the meaning of it. Darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own **After the mention of a kiss, I kiss on his chest over his heart.** And in your eyes, you're holding mine Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, we're listenin' to our favorite song When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight **Halfway through the song with Dhruv's fingers doing magic in my hairs, my eyelids started to get heavy and I slept in his arms.**

My stepmother just watched from the sidelines, waiting for the day I finally crashed and burned. No one had ever asked me if I was in pain. I stared into Vito's unfathomable eyes. Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out. "Vito Luca, I'll marry you." A flicker of surprise flashed through his eyes but was quickly drowned by his usual calm. "But before that, I need to ask you something." I locked my gaze on his, enunciating every word. "Do you have someone you love but can't have? Because my man can only belong to me. There can't be anyone else in his heart."

#MyDarlingSuperstar Every post, every tag, every word—she had adored him. He leaned back, the phone still in his hand, his expression unreadable. She had called him My Darling Superstar like he belonged to her. And now? Now she was trying to play a game she couldn’t even think she could handle. The girl who once idolized him was no longer just a fan. She was a threat. To his control. To his composure. To the carefully drawn lines he had built between himself and the world.

“Sorry… Sorry, Pierre Darling… Sorry… Really and really sorry… It turns out that you still fall for me, Pierre Darling… It turns out that you still love and adore me so madly, so deeply and so truly.” “Of course I do… You’ve obviously known that I’ll always love you, always fall for you, will always be yours… You do have a heart to torture me like this as my punishment, Rendy Darling… I’ve got a heartache right now…” Pierre Zhaopardy was seen lying hopelessly and wriggling uneasily on the bed.

It is times like this that you need the a miracle or a spell to hide, but we all know, those never happens. I was actually trapped with the two macho men beside me. I looked round and saw a man smoking in a Mercedes Benz. I guess I was so in my thoughts, I didn't notice the Porsche car. He looked at me and there he was the devil himself. What was so annoying was that he managed to look more handsome every time we meet. And why is my stupid heart jumping up and down? Oh, of course I have seen my debtor. "Where to love?" He says in his deep baritone voice that making the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.