Halsey Unknown Lover Novels & Stories

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a lot on my mind." She nodded, but I could tell she wasn't entirely convinced. "You know, there are rumors about Logan. They say he only has secret lovers and that many people know about his breakup, but no one knows who the woman is. It's a hot topic because everyone's curious about his choice of a girlfriend." The mention of secret lovers and the mystery surrounding his relationships made me surprised. I didn't think that such rumors are all related to me. I tried to keep my expression neutral, but I could not help to have my eyes a bit widened.

I'm sorry for everything---'' ''---No, it's not going to happen.'' ''Please.'' ''No.'' ''Please, Jason, Please I'm begging you-'' ''Can't you see Sasha? Do you think that I can love someone? Huh? You really think that there's some ounce in my heart that I care about. That I am some prince charming, a knight shining armor? I'm not. I'm Jason Vella, a billionaire that doesn't give a fuck about anybody else. Do you hear me? I don't care about anyone but my damn self."

“When I jerk away From holding hands with you I know these habits hurt Important parts of you Remember when I was sweet and unexplainable Nothing like this person, unlovable I just want back in your head I just want back in your head I’m not unfaithful but I’ll stray When I get a little scared When I get a little scared When I get a little scared When I get a little...” “So...that’s some pretty natural makeup you’re wearing, baby.” Hollis sarcastically muttered against Whitney’s mouth before biting her trembling lower lip out of passion. Her lover gasped from the addictive pain, scratching her french manicured nails along Hollis’ back when she felt herself being hoisted up by the thighs. She

Nothing more. Love wasn't an option. Love was a luxury she couldn't afford. Her phone started buzzing which snapped her back to reality. She checked her phone and Twitter notifications flooded the screen. #ElysianCouple was trending worldwide. Hundreds of photos of that kiss. Worst is, it was captured from every angle. Her fingers pressed against her lips and she tried to remember the warmth. Then another buzz came again and she carefully looked into the notification. It was from an unknown number. "Nice kiss. But I know your secret." Her blood went cold. Who sent this?

Nasha hastily turned away from the place but her instinct kept telling her that who she saw was Richardson and not any sort of illusion. Then she returned to the place, now standing very close to where the lovers were. And fortunately for her, the light in there, shone brightly such that the identity of the lovers was revealed as she saw Richardson, her boyfriend who was very intoxicated with alcohol, riding a mysterious woman like a horse. Nasha remained static like someone who was electrocuted for a few seconds as tears rolled down from her eyes like a waterfall. Who wouldn’t be broken to see her lover having an intimate moment with someone else? Anyone who would tell Nasha to stop sobbing

A message flashed on the screen. "You think Jason is innocent? I know you want to give him another chance, but you're just being naive. Your Jason has taken his long- lost lover, Nena, to the hospital. If you don’t believe me, follow this address below and see for yourself. Happy crying, dear." My heart pounded. Who was this? And why would they send this? No. I refused to believe some anonymous text over the man I loved. Just as I was about to dismiss it, another message came through— a video.

Why on earth was she with him. Sarah rushed over to Adon all smile, taking his hand in hers she said . "Adon, meet Paul. You know him right"?. "Of course I do, who dosent know Paul"?. "He just confessed to me". "Confess what"? Sarah squealed hapily. "The flowers, chocolates and anonymous texts. He was behind all of it". "What, that's not possible.. it can't be him". Adon said. Sarah was too excited to hear anything so she ran out excitedly.

I am roused from my sleep by the soundtrack of a motion picture. I've only made it through one round, but I'm already so exhausted that I can hardly move. Mark has started playing Sweet Home Alabama, and I believe it is approximately halfway through at this point. I turn my head to look at the man I love, who is hiding his identity behind a mask so that he can be here with me.

Pain spread through her body in sharp, stabbing waves. She tightened her jaw and tried to struggle free. The harder she tried, the more trapped she felt. Her face grew pale. Sweat formed slowly on her forehead. Suddenly, the heart monitor at the bedside let out a loud, piercing alarm. Sophia smiled. “Want to know? Why don’t you check for yourself?” She tilted her head. Her fingers lightly touched Henry’s face. Her voice stayed soft and intimate. “You love me so much. Why are you still unwilling to take responsibility?”

a life she didn’t know. He was going to slide into the bed with her tonight...he was going to touch her...this man she didn’t know...this man who’d touched her a thousand times before, but she didn’t recall any of them...she was married! She was married to him! Chrissie Willard...Chrissie Willard... No! Chrissie Hill! I’m Chrystal Eden Hill...thirty years old...sister to Dena...daughter of Dolly and Daniel Hill...