Dr Lovato El Paso Novels & Stories

Pov. Amber I hop off my motorcycle and whip my helmet off, I look around the school parking lot to see the group that I spotted when I rolled in, staring at me. One of the men really catches my attention. He has to be about six foot six, he has jet black hair and cold gray eyes. He’s leaning on a 1969 black Impala. Out of nowhere some chick in a cheerleading outfit pops up in front of me. “Hi I’m Josephina!” She yells at me in one of those peppy voices you would hear in one of the “Bring It On: movies.

She’d grabbed a Pepsi, washed the pill down with it, and prayed. It was a mere matter of seconds before the door swung open after her soft knock. Jim’s eyes glistened with a mixture of amusement and something else as he stepped aside to allow her entrance. “I’ve been having a fascinating conversation with lover boy,” he said softly as she entered his compact and neatly organized apartment. She was both curious and hesitant to know the topic of this fascinating conversation was. “Do tell.” “You’re gonna need a drink for this one,” Jim said as he guided her to a chair opposite the sofa that contained a clearly nervous Tristan. “Beer or something stronger?”

"Yeah, I know, that's why we need to make them fall in love" Abruzzi said. "You got any idea". Evelyn asked. "Not yet, trying to make them fall in love might result in a far greater catastrophe". Abruzzi said. 👤👤Meanwhile👤👤 Nicklaus squat beside Lois and pulled out the pin in her neck. She woke up and gasped loudly. "Welcome Back Mrs. Hayato". Nicklaus grinned. She quickly ran for the door but it was locked. "such a desperate lady". "What do you want?". She shouted.

Just then, the sky lit up in the distance. Starla looked up. It was a drone show. Hundreds of drones filled the night sky, forming a massive glowing message: “Congratulations to Mr. Xavier Lloyd and Ms. Wendy Scott on their wedding!” The dazzling display of love and celebration left Starla completely speechless. She stood there for a while, just watching. Then, she turned and walked away alone. She went to the laboratory. The staff was already waiting for her. “Are you ready to go?” Professor Zimmer asked. “Just a second.”

I made my list and apparently, she made hers, leaving us to improvise. We had dinner one night at the Hotel El Paseo, the same hotel that has an interesting rooftop. Up there is the most emblematic revolving restaurant in Latin America. The idea was mine, and so was the invitation. I wanted to celebrate life, that things were getting better for us, that we no longer had to be escorted, and of course, what we had not yet celebrated: living together. Olivia in my house and my life, like this, is the best thing that ever happened to me.

Linda refused to discuss divorce under any circumstances. She started calling and texting me daily, just like back when we were deeply in love. She shared every little detail of her life, and on several occasions, she even called me late at night from different phone numbers. She claimed to have turned a new leaf, shedding tears during our conversations, expressing regret for her past decisions, and reminiscing about our shared history. After hanging up on her, Melvin contacted me. He sounded somewhat pleased, saying, "Lewis, she broke up with me, stating that she wants to focus on pursuing you. Now she's at the office, gazing at your photos every day, hopelessly in love with you."

He looks disgusted at me and I wondered why, was he also forced to get married like me? I was lost in thoughts during the whole readings of the priest only to be brought back by the question I dreaded today but I have no choice but to answer. " Pst..." I heard the groom calling out to me and I raised my head to look at him. The whole church seemed silent and I wonder why, I looked around to see everyone staring at me curiously. " Miss Rhea Madriguez, would you take Mr Emiliano Rodriguez as your lawfully wedded husband, in wealth and in poor, in sickness and in good health, till death do you part?" The priest repeated the question and I took a sharp intake of breath.

He deserved all the respect I could give. "I'm Damian, and I'm the CEO of Elvis Hotels and Resorts." "Oh! That's where my daughter works. That means you must be her boss."Mom said in awe. "Yes ma'am. I am" Damian said with a smile. "Good to meet you dear." Mom said trying to stand to her feet. Damian and I rushed to stop her . "You should rest ma'am." Damian said. He acted so gentlemanly and in my eyes, he looked like a knight in shining armor.

Inara looked straight at Lemuel who had his eyes glued to hers with a smirk across his lips as she sang the next part and by then, the people were clapping to the rhythm of the music. You make me Un poco loco Un poquititito loco The way you keep me guessing I’m nodding and I’m yessing I’ll count it as a blessing That I’m only Un poco loco Then she tore her eyes away from his and started dancing gracefully to the interlude that the guitarist was playing amidst the claps. The people had risen and were moving to the music and when she looked at Lemuel, he was dancing and winking at her. Then the musician began singing, so she had to give him her attention;

“But we aren’t family, baby. Not really. Not in the way they think. We are everything to each other. And I don’t care what they think. I’ll play the part if I have to. I’ll act like your step-brother in front of them. But the second we are alone… you are mine. And I will touch you, hold you, love you exactly how I want. Exactly how you need it.” He pulled me close, wrapping his arms tight around me, burying his face in my hair, breathing me in deep. He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze fierce and loving and sure. “Let them doubt. Let them wonder. Let them think whatever they want. At the end of the day, I go to your bed. You sleep in my arms. You wake up filled with my l