I Love You Treasure Novels & Stories

"Damn it, doctor! I love you so much!" "I love you too, so much, so much, so much, Mr. Engineer!"

Out of sight, out of mind. I had work to do. I wrote for hours. The words poured out of me like venom. I wrote about a girl named Scarlet who lived in a glass tower. I wrote about a greedy uncle who loved money more than blood. I wrote until my fingers cramped and my stomach growled loud enough to echo in the empty penthouse. Lunch. I walked out to the kitchen. On the marble counter, next to the high-end coffee maker, lay a crisp fifty-dollar bill. I stared at it.

As she took it, he helped her to her feet then placed a soft kiss on her forehead, took both of her hands in his, and his eyes locked with hers as he said, “True love is a precious and scarce treasure, elusive and sought after by many. People spend their entire lives in search of it, but thanks to my shining star, I found you without even having to seek. Fate brought you to me, and now you are my life, my special gem, rare and valuable. I am grateful to have discovered your boundless love, which has shown me that true love is like an eternal flame, never to be extinguished. I promise to cherish and love you for the rest of my days Jade, I love you. Will you do me the honor,” Trey said and kn

Jake sat there hearing Treasure words, but more than all else listening to her heart with his heart. Treasure put her hand over her mouth, trying to hold herself together. "I… I loved that person with all my heart. I really loved Blake. He was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Love is a wonderful feeling, but now I know it’s dangerous." she said tearfully while looking at Jake. Jake tenderly smiled at her. He reached over the table, taking his hand, gently wiping a tear that escaped down her cheek. As her lips began to tremble, she said.

My Love. THE END!!

He had been so caring and loving, even going as far as calling me his treasure. Treasure. Tesoro. I groaned out loud, not even caring if I was heard. Alexander called me his treasure! What the actual fuck? He treated me lovingly and with so much care back then, which warmed and fuzzy my insides. It felt like he cared about me, but a part of me couldn't help but wonder if it was me he cared about or our child. My guts had soured at that, which further baffled me. Why did I care? What did it matter if he didn't care about me? Of course, he would naturally care for his son. But why did I feel bitter then?

I rub my eyes with the back of my hand, brushing off little droplets. “There was a note from you in the box: ‘For my love.’ These earrings are a token of love, first from your mother and then from you to Lily.” I mumble, trying to explain. “A token of love is a treasure. Something so precious is worth the risk.” He shakes his head, but I can’t tell if he’s still mad at me. His expression becomes quiet and unreadable. I’d never seen him so… protective.

, Emily said while crying. “Emily I wish I could give Abhay to you but I really love him and he loves me too, I’m sorry but I can’t. I wish I could Emily.”, said Mia in a sad voice showing sadness. Then she saw Emily and gave her a victory smile mocking her ‘see no matter what he loves me, he is mine Emily MINE’ Emily saw her mocking smile she felt as if a knife has just passed from her heart. She was feeling bad. Emily always saw Mia as her older sister no matter what tricks she played to make her life miserable, to humiliate her in front of everyone and yet she loved her older sister.

Ryan Gonzalez, New York City's the man jewel, he slept with her last night? He is still fast asleep. The nose is high and straight and the jaw line is visible. Her black hair was messy, with a few strands hanging down her forehead. However, he is still very handsome. Agnes once associated Ryan's beauty with Greek gods when he saw him in a magazine. A beauty that makes everyone squeal. His muscular body and six-pack abs were exposed under the blanket. Healthy honey skin. Agnes gulped to suppress the fire that was about to flare up inside her. This man is truly a masterpiece.

Gael moans, his hands tightening on my body. "Me encanta cómo me tocas, Tesoro," he groans. (I love how you touch me, Treasure.) I smile against his sweat-slicked skin, loving the nickname. "Treasure, huh? Why’s that?" I pull back, wanting to see his face as he answers. "Because I’ve been hunting for you like a pirate for treasure. And now that I’ve found you, I’m going to savor you." I chuckle, licking up the column of his neck.