Novel & Cerita I Do Like Her

“She is fucking beautiful” "Ish! I like you", She says and smiles but soon her smile turns into a frown. "but you're a jerk" " she says and I stand freezing. She said she likes me and I'm a Jerk that's not new. I already know that I'm a big jerk but she likes me. Oh, Lord! ‘My Sunshine likes me’ But what about me? Do I like her or not? Yes! I like her but my feelings or whatever I feel for her is damn stronger than the likeness.

And it meant everything. She tucked one foot beneath her, the familiar fabric grounding her as she glanced down at the book again. The margin notes. The faint crease on the cover. The ghost of someone else’s love for it, layered now with her own. “I haven’t felt like myself in a long time,” she admitted, surprised by how easily the words came. How ready they were. “Like I’ve been… dimmed. Muted. But this..” Her fingers pressed against the cover. “This makes me feel like pieces of her are coming back.”

I whispered. “That I’m scarred?” “I like everything about you,” I told her. When I pulled back, she was watching me with wide eyes. “Scars or no scars, it doesn’t matter. You are who you are, and I like that person.” “I’ve been rude and disrespectful to you. How can you like me?” she asked, her confusion evident. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, yes, you have been quite the sassy little wolf, but I guess I like that about you. I didn’t expect to, but I do.”

I didn't answer as I made sure to finish the dose of alcohol; it was very much needed and helped me push out the words I've been trying to ponder and deny once I was done. "I think I like her." "Huh?" She stared at me weirdly after my outburst. "Who?" "I..." I couldn't get the name out because this was more than "like," if I'll be honest, but I'd rather keep it at that for now. "Oh..." Her voice brought me out of my reverie before I could complete my sentence. "Her." I raised my eyebrows. "Who?" "Quinn. You like Quinn. The lady with the intimidating look and tattoos..."

I asked her sarcastically. She stares at me for a second before taking another sip of her vodka. "You know what? You're interesting, and I like it," she says, her voice husky and confident. I feel a flutter in my chest, unsure of how to respond. "Interesting?" I repeat, trying to play it cool. "What do you mean?" She leans in closer. "You're not like the other guys I meet. You're not trying to impress me or sell me something. You're just... you." She pauses, studying me with a thoughtful expression. "I like that."

“What was your impression?” I consider my answer. “She likes me.” Surprisingly. “I think I can make her fall in love with me. It won’t be very difficult.” XXX

She has more courage than me. "And when I say like, it’s really like. Not because you are respectful of me or you don’t impose anything on me. Not like the like I had for Aeon. It’s two different things. I like you because you’re you. You’re Lucas. Oh, Goddess, I’m mumbling." Her chest was heaving as she said those words a bit too fast, and I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from smiling.

"I want to work hard knowing whatever I get is based on my ability and not an act of favor, plus Your family thinks I'm a gold digger so this is my way of proving them wrong" David pulled her unto his laps, an arm around her waist and the other tucking loose strands of her hair behind her ears. He groaned but didn't protest after that. There was no use fighting it, he had tried countless times to talk her out of it but she was persistent - part of the reason why he loved her. "Why do you have to be so... You" he sighed, resting his head between her breasts. "They smell so nice" "They need to go to work" she giggled, standing up and kissing his cheeks before walking to the door and once she g

My girlfriend, Eleanor Reed, tells me that her ex's father and grandfather have sadly passed away, so out of concern for her ex's mental health, she wants to be there for him. Meanwhile, her father, who's still bedridden at the hospital, becomes my responsibility. She tells me to take this opportunity to get on his good side so that I can win his approval sooner. After hearing that, I find myself admiring her relationship with her ex. Therefore, I decide to be her ex as well.

My cousin used my gaming account to start an online relationship with one of my teammates. However, after video calling her, he decided she was too gorgeous to be real. "A girl that hot wouldn't need to date online. She'd have enough guys chasing her to fill a stadium. It's gotta be a face filter. Just go meet her for me, bro. If she's busted in person, I'll actually throw up." In my last life, I turned him down. He was too much of a coward to go himself, so he just sent her a breakup message and called it done. Yet when he later found out that his online girlfriend really was that stunning in person, he turned all his rage on me and shoved me off a building. "If you'd gone to meet her fo