Dear Sweetheart Novels & Stories

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..!

I murmured in response, into my food. “I got you something,” he said. My brow arched up in anticipation. “What’s that?” I asked. He reached below him, picked a package, and handed it over to me. “Thank you, River,” I beamed. What is it that he got me? I questioned myself inwardly. Dropping my spoon, I collected whatever it was. It had a small note. To my sweetheart, Debbie, a quick reminder that you're loved, you are cherished, you are adorned.

It was one billion times better than my old thrash of a phone. I scrutinised the box again and found a note. It read: --------- Dear sweetest sweetheart, I hope you love my present because I realised that I destroyed your phone the other day. I saw the junk you were using as your phone and it hurt my heart to know that. Caramel was right in that aspect that I overlooked it. I promise that it's not because I don't love you but because I love you too much and you seem beautiful in whatever you wear.

"Thank you... you really know just what to say" He smiles warmly at me. "Just saying the truth, and it is that we all deserve love". "Aren't you just a sweetheart ?" I lean in and my lips lands on his half open mouth sending sparks through me. I do not think I could love him any more.

And these are the only things that we'll ever get to be. Dear K, It was just a day. Maybe a Thursday. Maybe a Friday. It was just a girl. Brunette, sweet, and small. It was just talking. She said she wants to believe in love. It was just a kiss. Except it was never anything at all. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dear K,

He read out the letter. Dear sweetheart, Awalewami(my exceeding beautiful woman). How are you?I've missed you. I miss your smile that always reaches your eyes when smiling. I miss the twinkling of your eyes when you are excited and I miss the glistening in your eyes when thinking of doing mischief. I miss the nibbling of your lips when you are nervous and the fiddled of your fingers when you are scared. I miss the narrowness of your eyes when you are suspicious and the furrow of your eyebrows when You are trying to concentrate. I miss the scowl on your face when you are angry and the smugness in your voice when you win. I miss everything about your love. I'm c

'If what sweetheart' is not a question to be maybe answered, but a demand that needs to be answered. His heart racing he finds the courage to finish his thought. "If you didn't want to show off those big, beautiful tits of yours Mom." Her face lights up like a 1000 megawatt bulb. She turns on her heel and heads back to the desk. She once again leans back against the old desk while arching her back forcing those giant bra-less tits to press so invitingly up against her ivory blouse. "Your kind words warm my soul sweetheart so I shall reward you with the truth."

he asked in wonder " you were a jerk to me before we started dating . That was why I added the jerk part to the handsome" " hmm, but I'm not a jerk anymore. I promise to be a darling to you, sweetheart " when he added the sweetheart part I think my heart want to explode. The way he said it is so huh, I think charming is the right word for it. " we would see about that, when I see some changes from you, I'll change the jerk to another thing"

You know, I thought my life would be perfect because my dream for my family and for you came true. "I feel the same way, Ciara. I love you." I shook my head. "Is that how you love?" I asked him. "You know, I've realized that your love hasn't changed." I'm still your best friend. I'm still your best friend, Shan, whom you never see. I'm the best friend who's always left hanging. I'm the best friend who's forgotten." "Beb, it's not like that. I always think about you. It's just...

he breathes my name like a prayer, his eyes holding a mixture of reverence and longing. In this moment, there's no need for words. The air is heavy with the unspoken promises between us, a language that transcends syllables. As Xavier leans in, his lips meet mine in a kiss that speaks volumes – of love, of gratitude, of a shared journey that has brought us here.