Eleven Lovely Novels & Stories

“Arianna.” “Nik!” Noah beamed before I could stop him. “See, this man makes robots. I love robots and he thinks I am smart,” Noah moved closer to Luca who stared in between the drama, “do you want to learn about robotics too?” Annoyance crossed Nikolai's face first, Noah unintentional question bruising his ego. One thing he hated was having his intelligence compared and it's even worse if it was another man involved.

Nails that have been colored silver and will now be decorated with small white gems. From this morning Brisa has been carrying out various preparations for her happy day which will be held in two days. In two days, Brisa will marry her lover, whom she has been in love with for a year. "Del, is there a problem? Why do you look like a mess like this?" Brisa smoothed Delmar's disheveled hair. Delmar doesn't usually look like that. Delmar is the type of man who really cares about his appearance. Delmar took Brisa’s hand from her head. "Bri, do you really love Juan?"

she grumbles turning her back as Lovelyn continued her work Lovelyn chuckles " calm down miss , I take my time when doing my work especially for someone like me . " Yeah let her do her work gurl " Sabrina said from the chair they were seating down . Elira nods sipping her tea, she was seating on the couch next to Lilian and Sabrina. " Ah this gown will be my most exquisite work , made of pure diamonds " Lovelyn said scanning her. Crystal smiles " that's good , I want my wedding to be the talk of the town even though it won't be extravagant "

Every time he caught glimpses of November Park, an internal music player in his head automatically plays Isn’t she Lovely in an acoustic version, as if it mirrors her every action. November Park is just so freaking pretty, so freaking lovely. Her smiles were so sweet and bright that they only did not light up the whole room but it lights up his whole day too. Her voice was so sweet and soft she could talk all day and spew curses of different languages and he’d still sit there, smiling while listening to her voice like its lullaby. Delicate like a glass that if he isn’t careful enough, she’d break and never be the same again. She’s a little shy too, what with those little blushes on her cheeks

Thank you. #one_love

With all the love in my heart, Damon" I hold it close to my heart when I finish reading it for the third time. He thinks I'm the favorite part of his day? I sigh in content. I think I'm falling for him and hard. I stand up fully and stretch. There's an aching in between my legs and even they are weak. I walk carefully to the armoire and find a beautiful cotton sundress in a red and white gingham pattern. I pull it out and throw it on, and I cannot get enough of how soft it feels. While I love the luxurious fabrics and things that he's bought me so far, this is simple and makes me feel more comfortable. I need to let him know somehow without upsetting him. Just because he thinks I'm his Luna,

Power disguised itself as pleasure. “Nothing interests you?” Hugo asked quietly. “I’m married,” I replied flatly. He chuckled. “Marriage has never stopped powerful men.” I ignored him. Then the auctioneer’s voice rose above the noise. “And now,” he announced dramatically, “the highlight of tonight’s collection… the diamond of the evening. Welcome… Blue.” She stepped onto the stage. And everything inside me froze. The room blurred. Conversations faded. The world narrowed until nothing existed but her. Black dress.

“I completely lost track of time. He'll be here any second.” She slipped into her white high heels and then headed out of the bedroom. Her shoes made a clicking noise with each step as she made her way the living room. Dallas, Ivy, and Elena were all seated around the table in the kitchen eating dessert. “Now that looks tasty,” Laura said. “It smells good, too. What is it?” Ivy smiled wide, and her green eyes lit up. “Elena made us our favorite! It's ice cream with broken up Pop Tarts sprinkled on top.”

Agatha stepped into her space, wrapping her arms loosely around Lexie's waist and pulling her close. "Are you happy, Multimedia Idol?" Agatha whispered, her eyes dark and full of a fierce, eternal devotion. Lexie reached up, her fingers tangling in the soft hair at the back of Agatha’s neck. "I have never been happier in my entire life, Writer Girl." She leaned in, pressing her lips against Agatha's in a slow, deeply passionate kiss that tasted of absolute peace, secure boundaries, and a love that had defied every single rule to survive.

“Oh, is that all? A little damage, Lovely? Not the end of the world. Go scare them off if it bothers you so much.” Lovely huffed, hands on her hips. “This isn’t a joke, Boss! Get up!” Before Eloise could argue, Lovely yanked her arm, hauling her upright. Eloise winced and rubbed her temples. “Fine, fine. I’m up. Now let go, or my arm might fall off.” “Good. Now hurry!” Eloise made a show of stretching languidly, taking her time. Lovely impatiently shoved a candy into her hand. “Boss, your blood sugar!”