Fragile A Christmas Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I asked in surprise. “Yea, her mom, Layla, she brought Christmas here without nothing–I mean she got in a car accident and lost her memories. That is what Layla told me as she enrolled her here so we can adjust for her,” she replied that made stunned, “This is the newspaper where Christmas putted in the headline because she was hit by a truck,” she gave me the newspaper that she took inside the drawer box of her desk, “I'm glad that she survived that but the saddest part is she lost her memories.”

he whispered, voice full of tender concern. I could barely nod, still floating, body buzzing. “Better than okay…” He chuckled softly and held me tighter, the dominant lover instantly replaced by the caring man who always made sure I was safe. “Rest, baby,” he murmured against my hair. “We’re nowhere near done with this Christmas.” I smiled weakly, curling into his warmth, already wondering what else he had planned for me before the holiday ended.

“A story?” “Yes. A story,” I say, my voice sharp as glass. I set the glass down and lean forward, resting my elbows on the table. “There was a little girl who dreamed of having a beautiful Christmas wedding. She had it all planned out—snowflakes, fairy lights, the perfect dress. But then her boyfriend cheated on her. Betrayed her. And those dreams? They crumbled into nothing.” Elijah’s jaw tightens slightly, his hands clenching on the table, but he stays silent.

Instead, he called Christy. She didn’t pick up on the first ring. He waited and tried again. After a while, she answered. “Hey,” Winchester said softly. “Baby,” came Christy’s tired voice. She had been crying. “You don’t have to hide,” he told her calmly. “It’s normal to be sad and to cry. Just know I’m here for you, okay?” “Thank you,” Christy mumbled. Winchester ended the call without saying more. After hanging up on his grandfather, Franklin lay on the balcony couch, staring at the moon. He didn’t look away. Tears slid down his cheeks. He closed his eyes—and when he opened them again, dawn had come.

He questions. I immediately swallow all of the saliva in fear as I go to say the first excuse that came to mind. "Dad to answer your question the noise you hear earlier was Jack knocking on my window and me trying to help him up. He’s only shirtless because at the concert tonight I managed to grab it and security chased me down trying to get it back. But, obviously I wanted to keep it as a souvenir so I ran straight home with it but I guess he found my address through the ticket purchases so he came to get it since his shirt was an exclusive. When I heard you knocking I got afraid so the first thing I did was shove him in my closet because I didn’t want you to think that it was something tha

My breath hitched as he opened it to reveal a delicate necklace—a simple but beautiful piece with a pendant shaped like a crescent moon. “I want to start over,” he said softly, his gaze locking onto mine. “To pick up the pieces of what we had and build something even stronger. THE FRAGMENTS OF OUR MARRIAGE, Let’s pick it up …Aurora, will you be my girlfriend? Will you give us another chance?” Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I nodded, smiling through the overwhelming emotions. “Yes, Zayn. I will.” The relief and joy in his eyes were unmistakable as he fastened the necklace around my neck. Then, without hesitation, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that was soft, slow, and fi

Gabriel picked him, smooching his lips loudly, going to the bathroom to fuck him again and again. ************** Cyrus wanted to run away. He didn’t know how much his eyes were shedding tears. His body had a mind of its own. He couldn’t move his fingers even if he wanted to. He was just sitting there, helplessly crying. His 3 years married life was at stake. All full of lies. He trusted his husband with his brother, and they both broke him into shreds.

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

She wanted to turn back, but he stubbornly pulled her back to focus. Wow... Just wow, what a perfect Christmas night. "Are you okay?" Vince asked worriedly, finally joining me back. My shaking fingers skidded across my face before I gave a little pout, no tears coming out, maybe not yet. "It seems this really hurts you more than I thought. I reckon there's no need to show you the next one, because you might completely break down." I looked up at him through my lashes; his tone wasn't loud enough, like he didn't even want me to hear that. I smiled weakly at him. "I have started the story; won't it be fair enough to show me how it would end, Mr. Vince?" My tone came out cold and distant; it wa

I looked at him coldly. "Leaving? The first thing you say when you wake up is to kick me out?" Noah raised his voice. His chest heaved violently, whether from anger or hurt, I couldn't tell. "Noah, what right do you have to question me?" "On Christmas Day, you left me alone in that room for Heidi. On the way back from the banquet, you threw your feverish fiancee on the side of the road to go save Heidi. "You left me behind again and again. You broke my heart again and again. So what's wrong with me asking you to leave now?"