I Heart Me Novels & Stories

And now it was being mishandled like some backstreet renovation. “Turn around,” he told the driver. “We’re going to Kingsford Heights.” “Yes, sir.” He ended the call and leaned back. But his head wasn’t in it. Not fully. Not when his thoughts kept circling back to Ava. Everything she’d ever said. Every time she’d made him feel like he was just a man in love...not a CEO, not a brand, not a goddamn icon. Just hers. She was the only one who saw through the armor. And loved him anyway.

“The public love your works? I must say they don't appeal for me because they're all about faceless people in dark shades of color.” Now it was her turn to chuckle then quietly she said. “I guess you're sad again, huh? Misery does love company but I'm currently not in misery. I don't think I'll be a good company." “Catherine Hart, your humor is one of a kind.” “You know I've a thing for heavily baggage emo men, right? It's more like a fetish you can say but emotionally damaged men are my thing because they're so dark and mysterious and you're just a sad man, not a bit close to my ideal.”

in my head, cherishing them as the secret salvation of my bleak youth. But eight years later, people still believed I was a shameless cheater. And the boy who once shielded me with his arrogant power was now desperate to cut me from his future. My eyes stung with unshed tears. Just as I was about to close the Pack Net group with a trembling finger, a private message popped up on my screen. The profile picture was a blooming iris. Victoria. "Alora, good afternoon. Can we talk?" My breath hitched. A wave of defensiveness and humiliation washed over me.

I'll give my all to you, Because All of me loves All of you..! All of me loves All of you♥️

“Wait for me, I am coming for you. My angel” ************************* Please do like, comment, and share this with your friends. Love you all :)

[Hey, loves ❤️ First of all, Happy New Year. I hope this year has started off well for you, and my prayer is that it will be filled with happiness, peace, and abundant blessings. Secondly, I want to sincerely apologize for going M.I.A. I was going through some things and didn’t quite know how to put them into words. I needed time to sort myself out, and although I’m not fully there yet, I’m in a much better place both mentally and emotionally.

“I love you and you love me. Nothing can keep you away from me.” * * * * * A/N: For lovers of Bullied By The Bad Boy, I have a mini announcement coming up on my Ins-ta-gram: maramartha.author. Be sure to check it out.

I heart you. Falling and growing in love with you was the best thing to have ever happened to me. The changes that have taken place within me leaves me speechless each time it crosses my mind. This whole time, I never knew what I needed was true love to bring healing and redemption to my life. I'm wowed by how much I've grown putting all my childishness in a zip lock bag and dumping it in the trash where it rightly belongs. Overwhelmed is an understatement to describe the tingling sensation I feel for you. I Love you deeply and wholeheartedly. You're my rising star giving a glow to a dark world. Believe me when I say the feelings I have for you are innumerable.

"You're really good, Red. But..." "It's sad, right?" Red said, continuing his words. "Do you know what it means?" He shake his head. "It's when you like someone but he doesn't like you back. That's why it's sad." Red suddenly laid on his shoulder making him flinch. "I honestly don't think I can ever finish that song. And if I did, I'll probably die from sadness." "Red, what are you-" "You're this close to me and yet you're so far." He whispered as he traced his chin through his finger. "I really hate sadness but you are the reason why I'm sad so I don't really mind it." He then moved away and fixed his guitar.

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?" I sang my favourite Miley Cyrus song with my earphones. Iam Emily Collins. All these years, I lived in Paris even though it's not my native place. Now Iam back to where I belong. Iam in Florida. My dad still works in a software company in Paris. I really miss the times I spent with him. Now, it's only me and my mom. I don't really have many friends in my life. What's the use in h