It's My Love Story Novels & Stories

Ivy By noon the next day, the video was everywhere. The retreat’s social media team had apparently received Lake’s submission—his final project, the one he’d been mysteriously working on late into the night—and after what must’ve been very intense deliberation, they decided to post it on all their platforms. The caption read: “Sometimes, the best love stories begin with a lie. Watch how this couple turned fake into fate. #TillAutumnDoUsPart.” It was a quiet Thursday. No one expected the storm that followed.

During my wedding, someone suggests that we play the game "one dollar and 50 cents". The host will call out an amount that the players will have to match by forming groups. I draw the 50-cent straw, and so does my best friend, Rebecca Cross, who is also the group favorite. My fiance, Ian Chilton, his childhood friend, Richard Price, his older sister, Anne Chilton, and my stepsister, Chelsea Whitmore, all draw one-dollar straws. For the first round, we need to make up a total of 1.50 dollars. I make a beeline toward Ian, but he gazes distractedly at Rebecca. It isn't until he is assured that she won't be eliminated that he finally loosens his painfully tight grip on my hand. Before I c

] [Tom, I've taken another candid shot of you, you're really scary when you're angry, but you never get angry with me, am I a bit special to you? [Tom, we'll be together in the future, right? I'm starting to feel uncertain, could you please give me a definite answer?] [Tom, that love letter wasn't written by me, but seeing you get so angry for me, does it mean you still care about me?] [Tom, do you like me, or do you only see me as your sister?] [Tom....] This one was torn in half, with the other half clearly missing. On the back of the photo, only the word "Tom" remained. The rest of the writing was gone.

#LoveSexRomance A/N: All my stories are not "EDITED VERSION" yet, so there are a lot of mistakes and typos like grammar and everything that is wrong when you read it...please be patient hehehe ty.

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But most of all would I give up everything to just know that you would be alive? Our love story wasn’t a normal love story it wasn’t like the ones you read in fairy tale books or romance novels. It was a love story of love and betrayal one that kept plaguing both our lives. We were doomed from the first time we set eyes on each other, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to love you.

Maria replied with a sad tone. “What do you mean hold?” Daria asked again but Maria seemed hesitant, “I’m sorry if am offending you” Daria drew back. “No it’s fine I actually had a terrible experience with love” Marisa paused asking for another refill, “I fell in love with the most beautiful man I had ever seen, but he wasn’t in love with me at the time we met, my friend seduced him” she paused again. “And they had a fall out leading to his disappearance, so hear I am, unable to find love again”she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

I whimpered, pressing my hips into his, needing friction. "Oh, how I love you, Annabelle Bliss," he whispered against my mouth. "I love you too," I whispered back. "I love you. I love you. I love you." His smile was soft, his eyes shining with a forgiveness that undid me, as if nothing I had done in the past mattered now, only the love reflected there. Oh, my Patrick. My beautiful, gray-eyed, tattooed Patrick. "I love you," I breathed. "I'm in love with you, Patrick Young."

Love-making wasn’t about bodies anymore. It was about presence. About choosing each other without losing yourself. When his arms wrapped around me, I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It felt steady. Human. Real. “I can’t unsee what you did,” I whispered. He tightened his hold slightly. “I know.” “But I can choose what I do with it.” He kissed my hair. “And what are you choosing?” I pulled back enough to look at him. “I’m choosing myself first,” I said softly. “And then… maybe us.”

, sat down on a chair and told the love story of the two of them. “The story begins with Luna Brillante's eccentric mother and father. Luna Brillante's father and mother were almost forty years old when they just gave birth to Luna Brillante, they love their children is understandable, but normal people can't explain their behavior. When their son was two years old, they wanted the best for him. One day, they saw a beautiful woman giving birth in a cave, they pretended to help her, when she gave birth to a cute baby girl, they took that child away” "Really?" “Yes, they do strange things, causing hatred to many people, when Luna Brillante was nine years old, they did not escape punishment, th