I Fell In Love Again Last Night Novels & Stories

“I want every single detail.” “I will!” I promised, giggling as we ended the call. Then I stood, taking a steady breath. Tonight… I wouldn’t hold myself back. Tonight, I would allow myself to love again.

I’m only thе witness and hе ѕhоuldn’t bе ѕlееріng wіth, thе ѕtuріd оnе who thought ѕhе wаѕ ѕtrоng еnоugh nоt tо fаll іn lоvе еvеr again. It’s аn uncomfortable admission. I knоw іn my hеаrt it’s thе truth. Nоw what? Dо I рhоnе hіm? It’ѕ not lіkе I would hаvе dоnе anything dіffеrеntlу іf I’d hаd аnоthеr сhаnсе tо rерlау last night.

Night fell, all things had been put in place, everyone was preparing to leave the crime scene and the lovers were left to themselves, Simon looked up at the starry sky. It was so funny how his falling in love again triggered a series of drama, even then, he glanced at Alvira who was resting her head on his shoulder, and kissed her head, he didn't regret falling for this woman. He looked up at the starry sky again and murmured, “I didn’t see the day ending like this.”

I shook my head but I couldn’t lie to her so I mumbled, “I did it last night.” “Huh?” She asked with a mouthful. “I did it last night,” I repeated. “You did what?” I looked up at her and heaved a sigh, licking my lips, I whispered to her, “I told Adrian I love him last night,” the doughnut she was biting from fell out of her hand and dropped on the plate with a thud.

It feels as if I'm just losing my virginity for the second time when I lost it a long time ago. Last night was the best night of my life. Killian barely had his hands off my body throughout last night. After we made love for the second time last night, we went to bed with his hand on my breast, cupping it in his hand as if by dawn I'll be gone. It was sweet, and last night felt so romantic, it made me feel like I'm just losing my virginity over again.

I've read the same email three times, and I still don't know what it says. I keep thinking about last night. About Ivy's announcement. About the way Sera left suddenly. And about the fact that I'm going to be a father again. But this time it feels different. Wrong somehow. Like something doesn't fit. I run my hands through my hair and lean back in my chair. A soft knock on my door interrupts my thoughts. "Come in," I say.

she smirks, stretching her lips. I gulped. Why is she telling me that? I didn't want to say anything to her but the question came out before I could rethink it in my head, “Did Sinclair tell you to tell me this?” My voice sounded harsher than I intended. This is a man I have done everything possible in the last couple of years, waiting patiently for when he would love me, but no he never did. Instead, he loved his DEAD ex-girlfriend more.

I added my last statement in a low tone but loud and clear enough for George to hear. "Tami and I are not exactly lovebirds either," George blurted out. I fought back the urge to scoff loudly. They were not love birds but somehow they had managed to gang up together and betray me years ago? I shuddered at the irony of his words. "She seems to love you though." I mumbled, but George waved it off. He took a few steps close to me and pinned me against the door. I felt his hot breath tingle around my neck region.

This is no prank Rosaline". Steven's voice forced her eyes to open. I am done pretending with you. I never loved you. It was high time you found out anyways". Rosaline manages to help herself up, and she staggered to him. "Steve. You promised to love me forever. I gave you my kidney, I still feel the pain from the surgery, and this is how you pay me? you said as long as my kidney is with you, it means a part of me is with you, and you can never leave me, because you cannot function with only one part.

“Love, I’m really—” “Don’t be sorry. I understand,” I interrupted quietly. “You’re just chasing your dreams. I didn’t come home last night because I thought you’d probably end up staying at the office until morning again. I didn’t want to be alone in that house.” I swallowed hard before continuing. “I’m not angry. I just wanted to breathe properly, even for a little while. I don’t want to keep hearing your apologies anymore, especially when you’re not doing anything to make sure ‘sorry’ is all I ever hear from you.” I knew my words were harsh. But I didn’t regret saying them. He lowered his head, and I heard the heaviness in his breathing. I knew he felt guilty. But was he actually doing any