Fist Of Love Novels & Stories

I glance at the guy and I am ready to lash out and explain myself to him. The guy is wearing a sky blue long sleeve polo that has been folded until his elbow. He locked his gazes to me reason why I stared to him too. Foreign features is evident from his eyes, I am sure that he is not a pure Filipino. His eyes are blue and his pouty lips are screaming hotness with expensiveness on his look. I am still staring at the guy when the manager suddenly grabbed my arm gently and pull closer to him. ‘’Miss Caroline, it will be better if you cooperate now.’’ The manager whispered and smiled to the guy in front of us.

When you fall, it hurts to see me. I'll find you. Felix today has a date with Melissa. Not something for the first time in Felix's life. He remembers the first time he fell in love with Melissa and asked her out when he was in college. Melissa is a graceful and beautiful girl. Felix has never let Melissa's image fall into another man's arms. It was spring in Andalusia, in the campus garden at around four in the afternoon, Felix wore a sweater jacket and Melissa wore a lilac lily pattern. Felix took Melissa's hand towards the center of the garden and held it tightly. Then Felix knelt down and confessed his love with a bunch of red roses. At that moment, without thinking Melissa received Felix

He turned back and quickly banged the door behind him with a very loud sound . * * Gbooooom ! * * and then went back to where he was sitting . Bryan looked at him, and noticed it was Mira at the door, because, he could only do that to her after what happened initially . Mira was shocked at the loud bang of the door,, but she still did not give up, she then said ... "Please babe... let's talk and trash this thing ones and for all ... come open and let me in please ... you know I truly love you, right ... ? "

she replied shortly and was about to take the clothes when she slipped into a lubricous floor and spilled the chlorine solution she was holding on Mnemosyne's red velvet fitted dress. She was so angry that she was about to explode. She held Soraya's hair furiously and drop her to the floor. "You misbegot and ungrateful child! You're way too disgusting! Let's make a game you will never forget!" she gripped Soraya's wrist and pushed her causing Soraya to fall out of her balance and bounced to the floor. "Let go of me! M-my baby.." Soraya's weary voice can't stop Mnemosyne for giving her a lesson.

"If making love will help calm you down, then let's make love." Our clothes quickly litter the floor and we climb on the bed. I wrap my legs at her waist and pull her down for a kiss as she slowly slips inside me. Her movement was passionate and erotic. She breaks from the kiss, meeting my eyes. Tears fill my eyes as I watch tears roll down her cheeks, making gentle love to me.

In my sophomore year, we got engaged. Byron and I became the most romantic fairy tale in Dystenia, and the media couldn't get enough of us. "Mr. Estrada, we hear Ms. Frost is your adoptive sister. Were your parents against your relationship?" "We hear Ms. Frost's family and the Estradas have a long history—was your relationship based on that family connection?" Byron's arm was around my shoulders, his hand warm and firm. "First of all, Dana and I are together because we love each other deeply. Secondly, if you only have stupid questions like that, you might as well shut up."

Vincent stepped forward with a little black box Inside lay two bands,his, heavy black diamonds,hers, white gold lined with blood-red rubies. Felix took her hand and slid the ring onto her finger, the metal closing around her like chains. She did the same, forcing his onto his hand. Their eyes never left each other’s ,two enemies circling, trapped in vows sharper than any blade. "You may kiss the bride." Felix cupped her face with a gentleness that felt almost like a lie. For a heartbeat, she saw past the ruthless boss,to the boy she once knew, the boy she had loved before blood and war burned it all away.

Love Love ~.............................~

**Ghosts of Old Love** Lillian sat at the kitchen table, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone. The soft hum of conversation filled the house—Claire was cooking dinner, Ethan was fixing something in the living room, and Samuel was chatting excitedly about a new project at school. But Lillian wasn’t really listening. Her mind was elsewhere, stuck on the photo that had just appeared on her screen. There, smiling brightly in the picture, was Luke—her first love. And next to him, in a white dress, was the woman he was about to marry.