I Love Fall Meme Novels & Stories

LOML💖 HAVING TROUBLE SLEEPING BECAUSE I NEED TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU. I read the message and smiled. My game plan was working.. I dropped the phone on the table and proceeded to study. Beep beep! Another message came in. LOML💖 >>"TRYING TO FALL ASLEEP…CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU. YOU ARE TURNING ME INTO AN INSOMNIAC!"😩 <<"I love you too honey, goodnight.

"It's a strange coincidence. If she hadn't mocked me the other day, I wouldn't have remembered her. I wouldn't have taken the video either." "What goes around comes around," I thought to myself. As it turned out, my small act of kindness ended up helping me in the long run. On the contrary, Mia's evil deeds single-handedly caused her own downfall.

It was her superpower. "Okay," she announced suddenly, standing up. "That’s enough moping over your forbidden crush. Let’s dance!" I blinked. "Dance?" She pulled out her phone, scrolled through her playlist, and hit play on a song. It was “Happy” by NF. She cranked up the volume and began dancing like a complete dork, arms flailing and hips swaying off beat. "You always say this song reminds you of me," I said, smiling despite myself.

*Somewhere in City X in America* “Oh my God!” A brown haired Lady who was checking her phone screamed jolting the black haired lady who was staring at the moon out of her reverie. “Look what i found, girlfriend!…. I didn’t know you were this good! Wow!” The black haired girl stood still staring at her younger self displaying some actions on the phone. It was her, it was her definitely! But how did the video got uploaded to the internet?

And he didn't hesitate spilling it out in no uncertain tone. "First, who give a fuck about your so called feelings." He snapped. "Who does your feelings help? Me? Or yourself?" Mark stopped, anticipating a response from her. Getting none, he continued. "Look, I didn't tell you to fall in love with me! Hell, I don't care if you have fallen for me or not. I just don't give a fuck!" Mark threw a tantrum. He took a step closer to her, "your feelings for me is your headache, your trouble and your problem. So," he pulled her roughly, forcing her to gasped as she stared at him. "Deal with it yourself!"

Or are you that stupid? You know that you have been hiding from reality all along right? You have been hiding from the fact that he never loved you. You are afraid of facing it. Sooner or later, you will have to accept your fate. Love? Does that word even exist in his mind? Lovemaking? who told you that what you were doing was lovemaking? Or is that the definition that you have for the word making love? Well, I am sorry to burst your bubble but that is not what we call making love. What you were doing was f**king. Yeah! get that straight.

Irene asked hopefully. Suzy tried to free her hand from Irene's grasp, “That's not going to happen, Irene. Besides, I don't love Noah anymore. Noah must have fallen in love with you by now and forgotten about me." "No. Noah has never forgotten you, and he still loves you." Irene reached for her bag, which she had placed near her sitting position. Irene immediately showed an old photo from her gallery after successfully removing her cell phone from there. "This. This is proof that he still loves you." She stated.

I could vaguely see his tensed state staring at me, ready to catch me when I fell. I pretended to fall, and there he was running to hold me before I fall I laughed to myself. “You clearly love me.” Laughing hysterically, tears falling down my cheek, I started looking at his handsome face. “Why do you then sleep with another woman on the bed we share together?” the question hurt him.

I enjoyed that day so much. I just want to let you know that I'm grateful for everything you've done for me. When you feel sad and miss me, I want you to look at our picture and read this letter again. I know it's not the same as me being there, but I'll always be in your heart, okay? And another thing, Maya. Do you know how much I love you?...... Too much. (I hope you said 'too much') See what I did there? Till we meet again, Maya.

Elliot's handprint. I had forgotten to use makeup to cover it. My stomach twisted as embarrassment flooded through me. My students didn't know what really happened. So to them, it probably looked like I had some rough night with a lover. Great. Now they'll think I'm one freaky professor who likes getting choked.