Dear Sweetheart Mga Nobela at Kwento

"See sweetheart…I'm telling the truth, right?" "Ahhhh…!"

"Do you like a serious, work-focused man? If I were more serious, would you love me more?" "Sweetie, encourage me a little. I can be excited about work until midnight. Give me a boost, will you?" "Hey, what are you doing? Why aren't you replying to my messages?" "Sweetie, you're so wicked. I miss you so much that I think of you even when I'm looking at contracts. And yet, you dare ignore me." "Hmph, from now on, I won't initiate texting you anymore. Get ready for my icy demeanor."

Tianna smiled cheekily and explained, "I can see that Cleveland cares about you very much. Actually, he is a good person. Do you have any feelings for him?" Tianna's unexpected question was too straightforward, which startled Candy, nearly tripping her in her tracks.

Wehn he finally brought her to the elevator, she was clinging on to him like a koala and started blabbing out things she would never utter when she was conscious. She looked at Nick and said seductively, " Hey handsome, you look as good as Nick but you are very sweet. I like you very much." Hearing this Nick's scalp went numb, but he quickly got back to his sense and thought he would play with her. "Do you like Nick that much? Who is he?"

I respond, smirking at him, and he smiles broadly. "Literally, you are learning from me still. I should charge you." He says. "That was a free service, as far as I remember." I state. "Well, the deal has changed, sweetheart. Because I feel like you wanted to outsmart me. That is not good." Underline the word sweetheart. Write it in capital letters and also in italic form. Don't forget to make every single letter of it bold. Sweetheart? I am sure he can tell my heart skipped several beats at the mention of that word.

All the way back, he kept singing repeatedly: o xun toradoi Deutarai nidiye mur nisina dukhiya loraloi maare nidiye kheti baati kora dukhiya loraloi o xun toradoi tenekoi nesaba bor morom logakoi… O Dear Sweetheart, your father Won’t give your hand to a poor fellow like me Your mother won’t give your hand to a rustic farmer like me O Dear Sweetheart, Don’t you give those love-soaked glances…

What am'I even meddling about to myself? “ Five more steps sweetheart… “ He mumbled gently that caused my heart to pumped rapidly. Sweetheart! It seems very sweet but for me, it’s the most dangerous word that he said. By hearing that word, it brings back the memory of how our body united. Whenever he releases the word sweetheart, it’s either he will punished me in bed or will steal something away from me.

My heart stutters at the tender movement. "I'll always catch you, sweetheart. Always."

“May you find the happiness and love you deserve, sweetheart, whether it be with the brooding CEO behind me or someone else.” “Amen,” Simone’s smile was even more genuine if possible.

He is so hawt. He clears his throat and I snap back into reality. My cheeks are blushing right now. "I... I'm so sorry, sir...!" I immediately close my face with my hands. Damn, my nervousness is taking my senses away. I hear his steps come close to me. Standing in front of me, he takes my hands off my face. "You are so attractive, sweetheart." He whispers into my ear and kisses my cheeks. What in the world of love, did he just call me sweetheart? God, my heart..!