Disabled Romance Books Novels & Stories

I was already missing her more than I was ready to say out loud, even to myself. I answered. “Hey.” “Just a heads up,” Martin said, his voice easy and familiar. “I have some business that’s keeping me here through the weekend. So keep an eye on my sister for me. And I swear, Cedric, no touching, no confessing, none of that.” I let out a short, quiet breath. “You don’t have to worry about any of that.” A pause on the other end. “What?” “I don’t have feelings for Lia anymore,” I said simply. “So you can relax.” The silence that followed was the particular kind that meant Martin was genuinely trying to figure out whether I was joking.

Kissing Liam felt like one of them, a pale imitation to a greater, more forbidden mischief. The real problem was that Damien, who occupied that part of my mind, refused to be evicted. I said yes to Liam to try to force him out. So, with unsteady fingers, I typed my reply. Me: Sure. Dad is working late. The house is safe. Liam: Can't wait to see you, beautiful. The word landed like a pebble in my chest. Beautiful. It hurts because it's not coming from the one person I'm desperate to hear it from. The one I was, officially, and completely over.

The ice had started to melt, diluting the edges of it. “He doesn’t want me,” I said. The words felt like swallowing glass, but I’d had enough practice. “And he’s not my mate… what if he finds his mate?” “Men who don’t want women don’t look at them the way he was looking at you when you walked through that living room,” Cat said simply. “And we all know Nathan is wordless don’t worry” I didn’t respond to that. I didn’t have anything left to say that wouldn’t either embarrass me or break something open that I wasn’t ready to deal with tonight.

“To make me something I’m not?” Her chest burned with anger, humiliation, and heartbreak. “I regret marrying you,” she said before she could stop herself. Daniel gave a soft laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. “Join the club.” She could barely see through the rush of shock. “You’re disgusting.” “I’ve wasted enough of my time on you. Just get out of my car.” He reached into his breast pocket, pulled out a sleek, black credit card, and threw it onto her lap. “Get whatever you want. I’ll be back in three hours.”

I resented him for taking me from my grandmother, locking me away in his house, and later even using my grandmother to force me into marriage with him. In those years, Felix loved me deeply. I tried to convince myself to keep going, to forgive him, because, at that time, he was just an innocent child. Every time I felt like giving up, I would go to the garden and look at the sunflowers, drawing flowers on the wall that would never wither. But later, as I tried to hold on, Darcy's arrival destroyed everything. Or maybe it was Felix who destroyed it all. He destroyed the sunshine that had grown up with him, and I couldn't hold on any longer.

Lia said "Jake is really nice, I wish Christian treat me like that." "Christian again.. Jake is not Christian and Christian is not Jake." Lia said "I know." "He hurt me like multiple times but he still the one who keep my heart." I sighed "I don't know why you love him so much, he doesn't even treat you right." Lia said and she got the point "I know, I even ask myself." I said "Weird, it's like heaven already match you two but you first who fall in love." She said

you'll be grossly disappointed, I can tell you that for a start! ‘No way!’ ‘Don't be so sure. My fantasies are oldfashioned, Jake. And boringly conventional.’ She shrugged dismissively. ‘I like romance: soft lights, lingerie, sipping champagne. A man who’s gentle and gentlemanly; who'd treat me like a lady ... A man who'd treat me as if this didn’t existl’ She touched her leg, the one that was stretched out awkwardly, and not as straight and relaxed as the other.

She picked up the books and inspected it. "You will read them Rose enough of your thriller and horror genres..." Damian ordered her. She looked at the books with wide eyes when she realised all of them were erotica and bdsm books... Damian chuckled at her reaction. "If you are like this after just looking at it then how will you react when we will try this..." He smirked evilly making her heart thump rapidly. Damian slid down beside her resting his head on his arm while she was leaning against the bedpost trying to read the books.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

"I was talking about that one! Room 143!" "Room 143?" I looked at him again and he looked so pissed. "What does it have to do with us when we are at the abandoned building?" He sighed heavily before pushing me off the bed. "Go. I can't talk to you anymore. You're so slow." As soon as he said that, I finally and miraculously figured out what he wanted to say. He's using the number 143 as a way to say I LOVE YOU since I am 1 letter, Love consists of 4 letters, and You consists of 3 letters.