Novel & Cerita Diam Diam Cinta

“I can't do my shopping here, I have to do it in Dubai city.” I spoke to Demola. “my Diamond.” I spoke excitedly. “You mean, I’m not your gold? Why Diamond?” Demola asked in curiosity. “Well, I love diamond rings and diamond is a precious jewel and goes with your name. Diamond, I believe means, not comparable. It is a gemstone that sparkles. And you, my love, is my Diamond. Happy now?” he started humming: do re mi fa so la ti do; do ti fa so la mi re do. Shaking his head and enjoying his music. Then I knew he approved my calling him Diamond. When he was done singing, I was watching in amusement.

"I said no, so no!" "Ah you, I've recovered," Dita said, pursing her lips. "Okay, but if your leg hurts tomorrow, let me know." "Yes, thank you." said Dita happily, unconsciously running and hugging Radya's body. She could hear Radya's heart beating fast as she hugged him. "What's wrong with your heart?" Dita teased. "You're far away," Radya quickly pushed Dita's body gently so that she no longer hugged him. For some reason, being in contact with Dita made his heart race faster, plus his blood rushed. Is that what is called LOVE?

dylan smiled one side the burning rage and the other side melting love between couples....

She yelled angrily, throwing the nearest pillow beside her at the wall. "Married? Damola? Wait first, why are men like this now? Must they hurt women's feelings like this? Don't they ever get tired of betraying and betraying like sick bastards? Why would he get engaged to another woman while dating you? That's so unfair!" Angela flairs up angrily and lord knew the only think I could think of at the moment were one thousand ways I could get back at Damola for what he did.

There was a card sitting on the entryway table, right where I couldn’t miss it. I opened it up with shaky hands. Damian’s angular script floated across the paper. Liv- I know you don’t want to see me right now, but I wanted to do something to show you that I love you. Take the next couple of days to rest and pamper yourself. I’ll be back on Saturday, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I will never abandon you again. I love you, and I can’t wait to be your husband. Damian

All she cared about was Liam. He pulled her into his arms, his hands cupping her face, his eyes searching hers. “I love you, Kayla,” he said, his voice loud over the rain. “I love you more than anything in the world. I don’t care if the world burns, as long as you’re in the ashes with me. I don’t care about Victor, or Kang, or any of the lies. All I care about is you. All I want is you.”

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🍓🔞 #Chapter__19 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍 🐍 #JASMINE Making love with Sadiq in the middle of that Sandstorm was going to be a moment I'll never forget.. That moment we had solidified our relationship.. We were obsessed and so in love with one another after that..

It was late at night when Jonathan and Diana got out of the Gaddi. In silence, the two walked back to the hospital. The street was deserted and it seemed natural that they walked arm in arm and slowly. The night was beautiful and pleasant and so they could appreciate it better. In fact, that night seemed made for love. Jonathan's nearness began to exert a strange attraction on Diana... who wanted to get closer but steadfastly resisted. However, as they walked, his arm brushing against hers, their bodies very close, the desire increased and a climate was created between them that suddenly, out of the blue, he stopped and tightened Diana in his arms. With unexpected tenderness, he began to kis

I noticed a really tall well built figure, and he was moving through the bar with an easy confidence, those pearl shaped golden eyes…they were locking in on me. My heart stuttered. I wasn’t sure if it was the wine or his presence, but something was switching inside me. I couldn’t look away, not even when the alcohol in my system told me I should. He was closer now, His features were striking, too perfect for someone who couldn’t possibly be real. When he finally stopped in front of me, I held my breath. “Good evening,” he said smoothly. “I’m Damian Blackwood.” I blinked, momentarily lost, before managing a response.