I Love You With My Heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

she yelled through clenched teeth. Harry jumped and tried to soothe her, “Amber honey…” “ No! Don’t call me that! Don’t you dare call me that!!” “Okay dear, would you at least sit down a bit? These emotions are too strong for the nature of your heart please, Amber!” begged Harry. “I don’t give a fuck about that! I want the truth! Now!!” she yelled. “Okay, okay…” Harry began, trying to placate her. “Just take it easy, okay? We will tell you everything. Right from the beginning, okay…just don’t get too agitated Amber honey, because of your heart.”

She blankly stared at me as if she had heard something wrong. “I love you, Zeve. With all the passion in my heart, with all the life in my soul, with my entire existence — with everything I am, with every emotion I possess — I irrefutably love you.”

, she said as she demonstrated. "It's still a secret, he doesn't see me that way and I can't confess to him because I know he will reject me, he has made it clear that it's only best friend's feelings, nothing more attached", I said looking down. "But You haven't tried yet and you are concluding, what if he's also in love with you but can't express himself because he's also thinking the same way, common girl, just try", she said trying to comfort me. "I can't, let it just be a secret", I said looking away.

Fiona could feel Paul Henry's fingers going through her hair, imagining her hair circling his fingers, Fiona suddenly felt her heart beat abnormally fast. From time to time, his palm lightly touched her forehead, clearly just an absent-minded movement, but it was as if someone had stroked Fiona's lap with feathers, and her heart trembled slightly. Just as Fiona felt she might have a serious heart condition, Paul Henry's voice came from behind. "Alright." Paul Henry patted her on the head, "Look in the mirror." Fiona nervously picked up the mirror. “…Paul Henry, the nation is almighty…” Dear Motherland, I love you!

Her spot-on observation was unnerving. She shook her head. “Of course I do. That’s the thing about being famous. Everyone gets on your business like ants to sugar.” She gulped from her mug of tea and licked her lips. “You are a Herringbone. That makes things worse for you. Ok, I know you have a girlfriend who you proposed to last month. Engagement party is set for early March. Your favorite restaurant is the Filler Flay in Scotland. You love Opera and swim as a hobby.”

I moaned. I ambled towards the back of the restaurant and glid through a hallway which flows into a large staircase that forms a main means of egress to the restaurant's roof top. I was walking unhurriedly like a snail and without agility. I was muttering amid tears, " he didn't love me. He doesn't love me. He didn't love me. He doesn't loves me." I repeated as if reciting a poem.

I exhaled slowly and lifted my chin. "There's no need for this," I said, loud enough for Hugo to hear. "I'll go with you."

"Please, share me with the pain inside you. You know it hurts more for me to let you mourn alone. Share everything with me, madness, sadness, and happiness, share them all with me, because I'm happy to share all I have with you. I love you, Ian. " ...

Despite the realization that my life was about to be turned upside down, I knew there was nothing to do but accept it for what it is. Adam gripped my shoulder, leaning closer to my ear, his breath sending a tingling sensation throughout my body once again. "I... I am in love with you!" He declared gleefully, and my jaw dropped in shock. As the seconds passed, my heart began palpitating in my chest, and a horde of emotions to run around in my mind. He's what!? Adam can't be in love with me! Doesn't he have a mate? I wondered, as what he said lingered in the air, and my hands to become clammy.

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