Gif Passionate Novels & Stories

PROMO : 1 B : what the hell are you doing here ? G : what is this ? Huh Wouldn't you welcome me. I know you must be bored with her So I am here for you as a distraction & trust me I am a lot hotter than her . B : Just shut up & get out from here. G : Don't glare at me Hottie . You know I have something which is very important for you. If I will open my mouth Infront of media then you know very well the consequences will not be good for you & your family.

The feelings, excitement and his overjoyed heart was dancing violently inside him. With same trembling hands, he unzipped his bag and took out those red roses he placed before. Her eyes followed his actions but she didn't utter a word. The roses wilted a little and they didn't looked fresh as before. And he was kind of disappointed but after all these mere roses were nothing in front of his feelings.

She was probably with a cute guy ogling at his baby blue eyes. I growled. Pathetic! Anything involving feelings was now pathetic. Those who had feelings were now pathetic. The whole world as far as I know was; pathetic. In a way, I was pathetic too since I missed Jack and all the stupid lovey-dovey pathetic memories we shared. I got up from the chair and stretched as far as my tired joints would let me. It was dark outside already and dressed like a sleepy bum would be the appropriate way to go to the store just across the street. My red hair was a tangled mess that completed the look.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

"No! No Agha jaan I never preferred anyone Over you. No one can take your place in my heart. But at least I had this much right on my life to decide that whom I want to marry! I love her!" "Huh love! Don't you love your father? Get out of my sight right now!" "No! Agha Jaan I love you and respect you with all my heart! please forgive us, please at least give us one single chance. I am your son. I am your blood. Please forgive us, if we had hurt you" "If you want me to forgive you Inaayat" he stood from his chair and moved towards them, "then divorce this girl right now"

"Holy shit Gio, how do you ever get anything else done." Gio shrugged "Well it's not impossible. Just well let's say that's why Tiffany, Fiona and Mom are so relaxed. Once I get excited, I have to explode at least three or four times in a row to get soft again. So, they get umm, lots of action."

Even though I'm a horny girl I still get standards, and trust me they are pretty high. I'm in my current predicament because my business partners thought it would be nice to have our once in every month meeting this time at 'Passion' which they clearly know would be impossible and 'difficult' Passion is what anyone will call rich, expensive and everyone's fantasy. Not only was it built for the rich but even amongst the rich, not every rich person can enter. And luckily all my business partners have access to Passion so they thought it would be the best place this time. But here we are all horny and wanting to be anywhere else but in that hall, we choose to have our meeting.

I lowered my head, putting my head over his laps, silent tears spilled from my eyes, my grip getting tight on him as I continued, “This heart has begun to worship you, Blaze. I don’t know how, why, when but I need you. It’s now written on my skies that I don’t want to live without you. The only desire I have now is to live in your breaths.” My voice broke this time. I sniffed and wiped my tears, still smiling, “And let me tell you, It’s not love. It’s nothing more than a guilty passion for me which I have begun to worship. So please… Please Blaze, accept me and our child. Please give our relationship a chance.”

Satisfied with his pitiful state, I waved my hand in the air to wrap up. Out of thin air, his body was engulfed by furious red flames, and the underground cell filled with ear-piercing screams and a rotten smell. I swiveled on my heels before whispering the complete answer to his questions under my breath, “And for the world… gifted.” I left the room and passed other gang members in the hallway. They watched at me in pure horror before bowing their heads down in front of me.

he said finally. I leaned in for a slight ceremonial kiss, my lips had caught onto his, it wasn’t ceremonial, it felt diabolical, in front of all of them, I felt his tongue inside my mouth, his hands at the back of my head, I felt my body spark, his lips being the ignition.