Dear John Novel Novels & Stories

"How shall I address Mr.Harper?" "Jo.....John." "Dear John.....ah..... Jack dragged on his last word which made. Arya's heart trembled. He called him 'Dear John...... Does he have to act so real?! "Dear John..... What is your opinion of relationships between men?" Goosebumps rose all over john and he did not care to respond. He quickly removed his legs away from Jack. Jack did not move towards him instead he put his hand gently on John's shoulder. "You don't have to be shy. As doctors, we have seen a lot and we are very broad-minded."

His jaw throbbed, the heat of the blow blooming across his skin like a brand. "Answer your brother!" the Don hissed. He stepped into the light, eyes narrowed into lethal slits. "We’re hearing reports of this savior, this phantom, and you’re skulking around the tenements like a common rat? Are you planning to run, John? Looking for a hole to crawl into before the Gala?" John tasted copper. He spat a glob of red onto the white marble, right at the Don's feet. "I went to the orphanage. I spent the day with Margaret Lawson. People who don't treat family like a business transaction."

I had been attending that therapy for a few days and I guess it just makes things worse for me even more, and I find it weird to be in a mix of old people, because I was the only younger person in the therapy class. “Well, it's alright. Just… Always pray before you sleep, OK? You know I care about you,” he restored as his gaze locked on mine. My heart leaped for joy the moment I heard those last words. I felt my lips spreading, putting the best smile they could. John was already winning my heart. I looked at him from a different view earlier, but now I have got to know who he really was. John was a kind, caring and very supportive husband. Despite him being one of the billionaire CEOs in Lon

Like everything in this house used to be—before it began to fall apart. "How are you, John?" Serena asked, soft and polite. John never married, choosing to serve the Rivera estate and Rivera name throughout his life. Serena tried to convince him to leave and find a better life for himself. He'd instead told her his life was here in these estate walls and the smell of that garden her mother used to love so much. "I'm good as always, Miss Rivera." John replied. He disregarded her request to call her by her name for years. “Your father is waiting in the study.”

My mind was restless, filled with thoughts of recent events. The door creaked open softly, and I instantly became more aware of my surroundings. Silent footsteps approached, and I knew it was him, Don, the man I was bound to by a marriage of convenience in a dangerous world. We had agreed to share the bed that night since the sofa in the living room was too small for one of us to sleep comfortably. The prospect of sharing a bed with Andrew DeLuca had made me nervous from the start, and now, in the quiet of the night, my anxiety only grew.

he knows that I slept with John? He will kill me. Damn, I want to see him so much, his gaze, his husky voice when he is excited, the way he looks at me when he talks to me, his way of making love to me. Damn, how can you miss someone like that? I miss my love baby so much. John must be in his office; since this morning, his mood is darker. I feel like he’s not well. I feel a little sorry for him; he looks so depressed since the announcement of the pregnancy. I know I shouldn’t feel pity for him, but I can’t help it. He just makes me feel pity. I know he loves me—he loves me sincerely—but he came a bit late; he arrived when my heart was already occupied. Otherwise, I think I would have falle

John hands me a cup of coffee and his fingers brush mine, as if testing the temperature of my skin. At night, when one sleeps and the other two keep watch, the conversations grow lower, more intimate. Demon tells me fragments of his past—nothing that fully explains the name on the sheet, but enough to feel like he’s giving me something he doesn’t give easily. John, on the other hand, speaks of places where snow never melts and of people he learned never to lose sight of—stories I can’t tell if they’re warnings or confessions.

On the other hand, John's knuckles clenched after he read the last line. He shut the book, lowering his gaze as he murmured, "Happiness? How am I going to be happy without you, Claire?" Just as he finished, movement could be heard from the basement. John's tender gaze turned sharp as he strode down to the basement. The cramped room below was surrounded by cold concrete walls, and there were no windows—only a single dim light bulb overhead was the source of light.

Aaron widened his eyes and read the divorce agreement over and over again. He was in disbelief. “When did I sign this?” “Just now.” “You’re so despicable. You cheated and made me sign it! Is this man your lover?” Aaron did not give up. When I hesitated, Andrew nodded. “Elena and I are true loves. Please don’t bother Elena in the future, otherwise I won’t let you off the hook.” “Goodbye.” I no longer looked at Aaron.

He could have just gotten her a place or perhaps he was broke at the moment. ‘well, the bible teaches us to be our neighbours' keeper’ With the feeling of uneasiness around me, I worked to John’s room and laid on the bed. John was out to work. I, hugging his pillow cried to my heart’s content. I could not help but see him kiss her, how he would cup her in his arms. I imagined them in a deep kiss leading to sex and then I sighed. ‘Olivia, you do not even come close to her; here you were saying, you will never have premarital and there she is giving him freely. You have lost the war I said crying