Hello Darling Novels & Stories

Yeah, happy anniversary to us. “Hellooooooooo!” chimed my phone with another text from Laila. My hands trembled as I picked up my phone that suddenly became as heavy as a mountain. “I think Derrick wants to dump me.”

It was the silliest picture of my cat. The pinned contact name at the top read, "Darling".

On fire. "Darling you’re out for this…. You’re really trending…. Check your we-chat." My lips curled slowly into a deep, dark smile. Let the war begin. The game had just begun.

And the video got finished. I got annoyed. Why would I need to do this? I took Nick's phone. I thought about what I should message her. I typed," Good morning, love!". No, that doesn't sound like Nick. Should I use darling instead of love? Or sweetheart would be better. I thought. God, why can't I decide. At last, I typed,"Good morning!". I didn't write anything after good morning. She replied," Good morning, my bad boy. How are you?"

I moaned softly and he slide his tongue in my mouth. "Fine. I'll let you go" he whispered softly and I smiled. "Thanks babe" I giggled and pulled his lips into mine. DARRELL'S POV "Oh my God bro. This is actually beautiful, you've got great taste" I smiled softly. " Of course, I do. She deserves the best" "I agree with you. So when are you pooping the question?" "Tomorrow at her mom's wedding" "That is going to be romantic" he squealed and I rolled my eyes

She could feel her heart skip a beat at the sound of his voice when he said, "Hello, Love."

Walking towards it I grab the note Happy 16th birthday sweetheart Love S

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Happy reading! 🖤 "Now, the last house for the day," Darrell said in front of a shabby looking building. Then he knocks. "Good morning ma'am," Darrell said to the old woman who opened the door. "Good morning son," the woman replied weakly. "Door service," Darrell said and gives the woman the bag in his hand. "Thank you," The old woman said trying to take the bread from Darrell's hand and her hand mistakenly touches Darrell's hand then she feels something. "Come inside son you look tired," the woman said and touched Darrell on his forehead.

Rachel could hear the low whir of an automatic card shuffler in the background. Tim had his phone on speaker, and the room was full of men, their conversation casual and loud. “Yo, Shadow Boss, that contact name is interesting—‘Darling’......” Rachel’s heart jolted hard. Darling? Her? “Nonsense. It clearly says ‘Clingy.’ Cute, right?” “Hey, Clingy, hurry up and bring your husband a pair of underwear. He’s about to lose so badly he’ll have to walk home bare-assed.”