Forever Re Novels & Stories

Even though he knew she was not a virgin anymore, he also knew because he made love to her six months ago and because she only had sex that once he knew she will experience it as her first time and that she might feel pain. “I want to be with you forever,” Ann moaned. “Forever,” Paris said as he made love to her, wondering just how long their forever will be, feeling the universe has been against him finding love all his life. After making love, they got dressed and walked on the beach. “We should get back,” Paris said, calculating that if they don’t head back now, he will run out of darkness. “Do we have to? Can’t we watch the sunrise first?” Ann pleaded.

It was a message from Julie, "Thanks, sweetheart for last night. It was a rare experience to reminisce. I wish we could do it again and again." Immediately the memory was revoked in his mind. He conceded in his heart that it had been a night like no other and thinking about it hauntingly rekindled in him a fervent desire to want to soak in the same pleasure.

Her frantic gaze met my ice-cold one. Suddenly, Cherry said, "Did you know all along that Neil is HIV-positive, Samuel? No wonder you refused to donate blood, no matter what. It turns out you wanted to hurt us! "Just look at you, you're perfectly fine! Yet all of us are infected because of you! You have to take responsibility for this!"

Ryan's photographs captured the essence of fleeting moments, reminding others to embrace the beauty of the present. Together Forever was not just a love story, but a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, the transformative power of art, and the enduring impact of a love that transcends time. It was a tale of two souls who, through their shared dreams and unwavering love, had discovered the true essence of life—to live fully, love deeply, and embrace the beauty of each passing moment.

And now, my heart desires had been fulfilled. Our once forbidden love has now turned out to be a forever love. And I cannot wait to spend the rest of my with him and Duke being our son.

Their arms tightened around me, their bodies trembling slightly; their warmth a comforting counterpoint to the lingering chill in my heart. “I love you,” I whispered, the words catching in my throat. “Both of you.” They didn't hesitate. “We love you too, my lady,” Flora murmured, her voice thick. A single tear escaped Eliha's eye, tracing a shimmering path down her cheek, disappearing into the tangled curls at her collarbone. "Always," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "No matter what." In that moment, surrounded by their kindness and loyalty, I forgot about Claire. I forgot about the secret, the court, and the danger.

"You seem to be forgetting something" "Which is?" He motioned to the door, "You have to open the door for me" "Really" "Yes" he nodded in all seriousness. "Dude, you seem to have forgotten something." She growled, "My job is to guard you not to be your servant. You can open your car yourself." "Well opening the car is also guarding me" he argued, his hands perfectly relaxed in his navy suit pants, she quirked an eyebrow in question

He rasped. "Forever?" A small meek voice reached his ears and his eyes widened to the size of saucers. She was awake. There were tears in her eyes as she stared at him with expectant orbs. His eyes softened as a smile tugged on his lips. He wiped her tears away. Before sealing the pledge for eternity. "Forever." He affirmed, voice raspy. His lips landed on hers as they sealed their oath. Forever it is. *** A week passed. Which was filled with their desperate need and hunger for each other. There was not a single place in the house that he missed or where he didn't fucked her. Lounge. Kitchen. Shower. Pool. Where not?

Weston simply shakes his head with this stupid smirk not leaving his face. Millan rolls his eyes. Whatever. He’ll find out I’m a crappy omega soon enough anyway, he concludes. “Fine.” Millan averts Weston’s eyes focusing on the white sheets instead. He speaks as fast as he wants this moment to be over with. “Red means ‘don’t go back’ and green means ‘you probably won’t get killed if you really have to go back’. Although the X means it’s preferable to move on.” Weston’s smile disappears and Millan's gaze is tearing a hole in the sheets.

Zack asks baffled. Zack takes his hand to his cheek, perplexed about what I did. I look daggers at him. I do not care if he talked to Jareth or gave Grandma my address, I am sick of him wanting to force me to kiss him, wishing Leopold was dead was just the straw that broke the camels back. Zack is my first love, I can not deny that, but Leopold is my forever love, the one that will last for the rest of my life and I won’t allow Zack or anyone else to wish him dead.