How Still My Love Stevie Nicks Novels & Stories

To those finding true love: true love,is always understanding,it patient,it stays,it shares your pains and joy And in the last line of the book, she wrote: Love, the kind that stays, isn’t loud. It’s steady. It lingers. Like a whisper at the edge of sleep. Like hope. Like home. it every thing that will ever complete you THE END Dear Readers, please drop Your comment for the review of this book.... and get ready for my next book.. thank you!!!

"If no one else wants to be your friend, I'll be your friend. From now on, I've got your back." She scratched her head bashfully when he stared at her. Upon second thought, she unhooked the keychain from her backpack and handed it to him with a dimpled grin. "Here. This is a friendship gift," she said. At that moment, the seed of love took root in Carter's heart. He had treasured that gift for many years. Now, staring at the keychain for what felt like an eternity, Carter finally placed it into a box. Sealing the box felt like he was storing away the love he had harbored for Misty over the past decade.

Leo stood alone on the balcony, the Queen’s words still rang in his ears - clipped, final, unbending. Every inch of him burned with frustration, but beneath it all, a quieter ache pulsed. Cris. He could still feel the warmth of his lips, the phantom echo of that first kiss in the rain. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw fire, the flicker of past lives bleeding into the present — Marcus and Mia, the pyre, the promise.

Not standing on a stage like she was something to be sold. But I couldn’t look away. Something dark stirred inside me. Recognition. Anger. Possession. She looked tense, shoulders stiff, scanning the crowd like she was searching for an escape. The auctioneer called for bids. Numbers climbed quickly. I barely heard them. All I knew was the rising heat inside me. The idea of someone else walking away with her made my jaw tighten. Before I could think, my hand rose. “Fifty thousand!” the auctioneer shouted. “Can I hear sixty?”

I muttered her name softly, but she only hugged me tight and burrowed her face to my chest. "Don't bring yourself to the same pain you've gone through! I love you. Can't you just love me back too?" she asked in a broken voice, making my heart ache. Ivy had never told me that she love me before. I always knew that she does, but hearing this from her makes me realize how fuck up everything is between us. I promised her marriage and the willingness to love her back, but I just can't. I can't hold on to my promise.

"Oh, now you know what pain feels like? Where was that when you were hurting Xy, you worthless bully? The more you scream, the rougher I'll get with you!" Jenna fell silent, but her choked sobs still echoed through the room like nails driving into my soul. I squeezed my eyes shut. My knees felt weak, and I couldn't get myself out of there. Why her? Why did it have to be her?

He tries to hold his tears. "N… no.." With a trembling voice, she declines to leave him. "I love you...I really love you, Athena, from the bottom of my heart, since I was five until now...I love you...With all my heart. I will always love you. So, please...Just for this time...Help me to fulfil my wishes. My last wishes.” He kisses her forehead for a long before he moves to kiss her on the lips. 'I love you too...I really do.' She closed her eyes and absorbed his love from the kiss. The last kiss.

He didn’t say anything but he said a lot through his look, Gideon is my best friend so he knows my pain just like I know his. He is aware that I’m having my first breakdown, what can I even call it, is it heartbreak or whatever, I’m not happy that Audrey wants my body but not my heart. “She thinks I can give her pleasure but can’t love her, what else can I do to make her see me like I see myself, like you see me.” Removing a phone among my many, I dialled Tracey's number and I was relieved that Gideon didn’t try to stop me or talk me out of it.

It should be saved for the wedding night to make it perfect. I still remembered the day we shared our first kiss. She had been so nervous. The moment our lips touched, the tips of her ears turned bright red. I had believed she treasured our relationship that much. I had believed no one could ever love me more than Luna did. Inside the room, the couch creaked and groaned. Luna's moans and Lucien's muffled sounds drifted through the doorway in fragments. My nails dug deeply into my palms. It felt as though sharp hooks had sunk into my heart. Every second I remained there was torture.