Darling Lover Novels & Stories

The romantic love songs she was hearing now clearly showed that James had put thought into the music selection for their date. Besides the music, Summer noticed that the surroundings were specially decorated. The decorations hung overhead were heart-shaped, and many banners featured romantic cartoon couples. It made the amusement park appear less like a place for fun and more like a sanctuary of love. Halfway through, Summer nudged James with her elbow. "Did you do all this?" "Huh?" "Look at the decorations. It's obvious that it has been modified. It was you, wasn't it?" "Yes," James replied simply with a cool expression. He showed no signs of emotion, making it hard to tell if he was feelin

“Darlington Hubby, not catching Penelope Martinez now, would come to bite us later. Catching her in one swift move would be better than alerting her to our movements. If you use my methods, then I guarantee that it will work in one try. Why don’t you just listen to me just once? My elbow hurts so much, and Darling, you can’t be by my side every moment of my life. If Penelope Martinez employs another person to harm me, and if I get into any danger, Darling, you will not have a wife anymore.`` She acted coy and pouted her lips. Darls Collymore felt his entire heart melt, and he pinched her face. “You are not allowed to interact intimately with Alex Brown.” Olivia’s eyes brightened up, and she

That tiny smile felt like sunlight in the middle of a cold storm. I stepped forward and opened my arms. “Come here,” I whispered. He hesitated, like he was unsure. But eventually, he leaned forward and allowed me to hug him. I held him like he was still five years old. Like the world hadn’t yet taught him how to push me away. “May you live long, Liam,” I said softly against his ear. “May your heart always find peace. And may you never forget how much I love you.”

His dark eyes bored into me intensely. "She does," Dante snarled, jerking my hand away from Nick's grip. "Who are you?" He asked. "I am her lover," Nick replied. I was taken aback by that word. Lover? "Wait, what?" I asked. "Who are you?" Nick asked, ignoring me. He stretched a hand across me to put me slightly behind him. "Is that so?" Dante asked. His eyes darkened as he looked at me. "He is your lover?"

I never imagined that my headstrong decision and my so-called devotion to love would result in such an ending. He was once such a wonderful man. However, people changed. No one would know another person's thoughts—even those who shared a bed could dream different dreams. I overestimated love. I, too, overestimated him. I would let it end this way—awkwardly but quietly. Covering up this disgraceful affair was the last thing I could do to preserve some semblance of dignity. … We finalized our divorce the next day. The paperwork was completed the following day. As I had requested, the house was left to me, and his infidelity was brushed aside as if it had never happened.

A spark that I longed to have and keep for the rest of my life. But every time I thought about my mate and our ancient past, guilt was drowning me. Delmar was a good warrior of the moon goddess. He was actually one of the best men in the realm next to my brothers and Thorin. Delmar was my childhood sweetheart. My hope, my love. Love?!

“Widowed is good. Widows get access and sympathy in equal measure, and nobody asks a widow why she’s alone. But reserved is wrong. Make her warm. Warm people are invisible, because everyone’s too busy being flattered to examine them. And give me a dead husband with a personality, someone specific I can be fond of in public. Grief is only convincing in the details.” She’d improved it in ninety seconds. She improves most things I build in about ninety seconds, and I’ve stopped resenting it and started budgeting for it. “Fine,” I said. “Elise Caron, warm widow. I’m Laurent. We’re recently together. Discreetly.” “You’re always recently together with me. You should try besotted. It reads as harml

For a few minutes he just lingered there by my door, hesitant, even though I’d basically dismissed him. He then dropped the silence and finally spoke. ‘I also wanted to let you know I have another proposal for you. I was thinking that after the feast this evening it would be the perfect opportunity to introduce you to a fellow wolf from the pack Starry Banes? Their pack resides not too far from ours, just at the bottom of the mountains. He’s a charming young gentlemen and his name is Milano. I’m certain you’ll like this one!’ He said, some what excitedly.

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.

He released her arm and cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing away her tears in a gesture that looked tender but felt like chains. “Darling… you belong to me. Running away won’t change that because I’ll always find you. And deep down, you know no one else will ever want you the way I do.” The words sank into her like poison. Camille’s knees nearly buckled as she sobbed openly now, her shoulders shaking as years of suppressed pain poured out. How could he be so cruel and so convincing at the same time? How could the man who broke her still make her heart twist with conflicting emotions?