Jillian On Love Novels & Stories

Everyone who knows Essi are aware of her tendency to become a matchmaker and her innocent passion has been used by Jillian to keep in touch. It is so odd to hear the same tone of confession from Jillian but never the right symphony that could mingle with his soul and hit his heart to an affectionate melody. Jillian’s confession was a combination of blank words, flatly expressed, without urgent, without love. If ever there could be real emotions in JIllian, Oneil just cannot feel that. Essi had swooned his heart even by simple words. But Jillian doesn’t have any effect. It is only a confirmation to a well-hidden motive.

Jillian hugged Beta Paul tightly and they felt the bond snap into place like a puzzle piece, a warm wave of energy rushing through both of them that proved they were fated to be together by the moon itself. "I was so afraid that I would never get to hold you again and that the darkness of that cave would keep you away from me forever. I felt a pull in my soul the moment you rode away, and now that you are back, I never want to let you go even for a single second," Jillian said. She looked up at him with tears of happiness in her eyes, her hands gripping the back of his shirt as if she were anchoring herself to the only man who made her feel truly alive and wanted.

Wilson leaned into his seat and waved at Jillian through the screen as he said, "How is that you look younger since the last time we met, Madam Gallagher? And you look so fabulous and festive in that jacket, too. How will anyone tell you and an 18-year-old young woman apart?" "You and your nonsense." Jillian laughed at the compliments. She gave him a meaningful look. "Do you know who got me this jacket?" "Your old sweetheart?" "Piss off!" Jillian snapped. "Serena got me the jacket."

"I'm not a virgin. Haven't been for quite a while. I've had three different lovers, and I've blown ten different guys. My parents think I'm pure as the driven snow. There. Now you know my secret and I know yours. Neither of us is going to tell, right?" "Right," I said as she rolled back onto her belly. "You missed my calves." Dazed, I went back to the lotion job. "Maybe someday I can find out why those women look so happy when they come out of your house," Jill said softly. "Jill..." I started. "Don't worry about it. Just, when you go back in there, if you want to pretend it's me in there with you, that would be kind of cool." She sighed, and laid down. "Thanks for the lotion."

"Lia, you're back. I've waited for this moment for so long. For the past four years, I haven't stopped thinking about you for a single day." His voice trembled. "Lia, the wedding has been ready for you all this time. Can you marry me now?" I raised my hand, pressed against his chest, and pushed him away. "I did come back to get married." Joy immediately lit up Maverick's face. "But not to you." The smile on his lips froze. "Lia… what do you mean?" A tall man walked over, holding a bouquet of lilies in his arms. He kneeled down and gently placed the flowers in front of my mother's tombstone.

“Win me over with sweet curiosity?” “I could ask the same of you,” she said. “Or was kidnapping me supposed to make me fall for you? Was that your idea of romance?” He looked at her carefully. “You think this is about love?” he said quietly. “I think it’s about power,” she replied. “And you’re not used to losing.” He didn’t deny it. Anna stepped closer. “What if I told you I don’t hate you, Tyler?” His eyes flickered. “I’d say you’re lying.”

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

Brielle POV I still remember, when I was small, I always thought that tone day I will meet my soulmate who will love me and only me like every normal girl dreams After Zuriel comes into my life, I've started feeling the emotions, I've been even though, I would never feel after sloping my parents I started feeling, jealousy, love, care, worry, for him which I'd even never thought will be felt again But here there is a twist in the tale

The room fell silent, the intensity of their emotions filling the space. "Why can't you see that I want you? I love you," Marian pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation. "But you never loved me, Brandon. You were always focused on her." Marian's voice trembled with a mix of sadness and frustration as she tightened her grip on my wrist, her nails digging into his skin. "It was always Jane who had your heart, not me," she whispered, her voice filled with defeat. The weight of their unspoken words hung heavy in the air, leaving both of them feeling broken and lost.

“I’m honored to be first. My name’s—” Jillian cut him off. “No names!” she called out loud enough for the room to hear. “I don’t care who any of you are. I just want to get fucked.” Several of the other men were naked as well and started to approach the bed, climbing up beside her. Her first man took one of her breasts into his mouth and started to suck and tease her nipples. His hand parted her pussy and found her flowing like a river. Jillian reached down and grabbed his hard cock. It was about to begin. She needed to feel cocks everywhere while Tom got it all on film.