I Miss My Lover Novels & Stories

Why did the people she loved always get caught up in criminal cases she never anticipated? “Are you okay, Julie?” her mother asked, noticing how pale and silent she was. Julie didn’t answer—her eyes were filled with sorrow. “I just wanted to marry the man I love, someone who loves me back. But why is everything falling apart? Wasn’t it enough when they took Liam from me?” She screamed in grief, her heart overwhelmed with sorrow. There was nothing she could do. Her face reflected deep depression and stress, and her weak body just wanted to curl up on the hospital bed and cry.

I explain. "What song?" he inquires, even though he already knows it's my favorite. "The one you just sang," I reply, absentmindedly playing with my hair, which won't be there for much longer. "Shall I stay? Would it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you?" His voice is flawless. I used to play this song when I couldn't fall asleep. "Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be." I feel his fingers gently combing through my hair. It's a reflex, they say, in moments like these. Perhaps he's as tired as I am. "Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you." I resist the urge to close my eyes, wanting to hea

I felt her soft yet trembling hands cupping my face. “Mom” I sniffed, I missed her so much. She often called me with these terms of endearment when I was kid. Mon petit cœur meaning my little heart, Mon bijou meaning my jewel, Ma belle meaning my beautiful one, Ma princesse meaning my princess and Mon trésor meaning my treasure. My mum knew how to make me feel special. “I miss you so much mon amour” her voice was shaky as she spoke, “your father misses you too and so does your sibling, why did you have to let us die Jacqueline? Why did you pull the trigger?” She asked in a calm voice filled with so much pain

Roy ____ Everyone always said, “You only miss your lover when you let her go”. In the last one week, I was a victim of missing my lover. It was one week of nothing but depression, one week of discomfort, a week of pain. In the last few days, I realized I was a bit obsessed with Renee. She was my pure happiness. Being without her returned me to the darkness from my past; the times when I used to think the world was a place full of wicked people. Only if I hadn't done this, I would be happy with her.

I said, walking with her, unwillingly and also at the same pace which she walked with. I missed my lover in less than seconds after I had parted away from him. I wanted more of him... everyday. "I love you, buttercup" My heart warmed at his words, knowing our love was still blooming. But from et I caught Cassy stopping abruptly with hands clenched tightly. I could swear her aura turned destructive or was I hallucinating?

Harman, in turn, gently caressed her back. “All is forgiven now,” he said quietly in her ear. “And just for the record, I never had a grudge on you for leaving me that day. But I just thought I’d died. My life was so meaningless without you, Alodia. I was working so hard just to find you. I just loved you everyday more and more, iubirea mea. Just that you were not there by my side. That was what hurt me so much! And that I couldn’t hug you, kiss you and make love to you…” He kissed her neck then; his lips felt the fast-beating pulse there.

Missy says as I thrust myself deeper into her. Her exhale causes me to pick up the pace. I watch us making love in the mirror across her bedroom. It makes our moment together even sexier and more passionate. Her zeal for me is intoxicating, and even I have to admit that I don't think Sam ever loved me as much as Missy does right now. I'm getting ready to come as Missy moans louder. Her voice has put a new tune in my soul, and that's when I know I've started my journey on falling out of love with Samantha Laplow.

If it wasn’t for the lively companion Selene had right now, she’d have a hard time walking alone because of how eery it became. “I can’t believe you know Lucas Mandel?” Loraine squealed in delight, uncontrollably jumping while clapping her hands non-stop. The girl looked like a child that had too much candy, continuously prancing around without a sign of tiredness. “I’m not sure of his surname, but I only met him a few times.” Thinking back on the people she had a conversation with that day, there was only one person with that name. Also, seeing how the woman was ogling the fellow this morning said a lot.

Blood trickled down her chin. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he knelt before her. He dabbed away the blood. Her bony fingers wrapped around his wrist, eyes pleading, “Are you here to deliver me from this misery?” She croaked. He offered a reassuring smile, “Aye, if that is your wish.” A single tear rolled down her cheek. It froze halfway down, “I cannot bare this life a second longer.”

I didn't dwell on it, and I'd never think of him again. Love was like tending to a flower, and Roscoe was a perfect gardener. My life after marriage was simple and happy. Sometimes, when my emotions ran high, I would ask Roscoe, "Do you ever mind my past with Benji?" And he would always silence me with a kiss. "Syd, love always feels like something is missing. I regret not confessing to you sooner and causing you to suffer so much." Two years later, Roscoe and I had a beautiful baby girl. Another two years after that, my own international trade company had an annual revenue of millions.