Kisah Cinta Granger Dan Guinevere の小説・ストーリー

Considering that, they ought to have a lot to discuss. But Granger's eyes hardened as he recalled the whispers about their marriage. She allegedly deceived Thorne into getting married to her. Without question, he believed what they said. However, he believed she wasn't truly that way after spending more time with her. Her ideas didn't seem all that difficult. The yacht started returning to land after dinner. Daisy, Carl, and Nadine had become rather close by the conclusion of the day. Nadine and Carl appeared comfortable even with Granger, and they waved good-bye with a carefree demeanor. "See you next time, Granger."Granger looked at Charlene and nodded. "See you next time.

“Isn’t that Mr. Granger’s fiancée?” “I thought she was getting married to John?” “Is she the one? I think she is. I saw their engagement poster, and announcements.” “Are they no longer together?” “Oh my God. Is it an affair!?” “Did she cheat on him with his Uncle?” “This is crazy. What is this?” Genevieve got up, looking stiff with anger, and walked straight to the little cubicle where the technical people were working. She probably had a lot to say.

They were whispering into each other’s ears, looking at each other passionately. However, the key was that not only did they watch the entire meteor shower, but they also didn’t leave even after the meteor shower was over. The two of them stayed in the same car until the next morning! The comment section went wild! The tea was hot! And it tasted sweet! Grace was so angry that her hands were trembling. “That’s not it! “We... We were only sitting in the same car... We didn’t...” She was so nervous that she couldn’t get her story straight. She even wanted to explain that there was nothing between her and the bodyguard. “Don’t believe it! It’s just a made-up story on the web! How can I fall in l

She had laughed when Amber described their early Handmaid Tale style intercourse and salivated when she gave her accounts of their later sexual escapades. Oddly, Amber didn’t find her and Grayson’s love life as hard to recount as she thought it would be. A majority of it had left much to be fucking desired really. Most of the time in the Godwin’s not so humble abode, he’d treated Amber like a rug he walked over, only noticing her existence when he needed to use her.

In the sunlight, it revealed beautiful colours, even more stunning than on our wedding day. After a few days of the funeral, Alex came to my grave. He seemed weaker than before, his face still bruised from the beating. "Mia, I truly know I was wrong. I never thought about running away from the wedding, and I remember my promise to you. I said I'd protect you with my life, that I would be your personal bodyguard."

"Because my wife-to-be, are the only one strong enough to do it. The keeper of Excalibur, the guardian of the world's strongest weapons. Only you have the strength of heart to bear this burden. It makes you precious to me." Then he came to Gwendolyn, once known to the world as Guinevere, the Queen who destroyed Camelot. Funny, because Greg knew in his heart she would be the one wife of the six who would take other lovers. She wouldn't be able to help herself. Because it was in her nature. Had Arthur realized that her love for Lancelot didn't remove her love for him, things may have been different. The perfect Kingdom may have stood for all time. It was a lesson he would ask Barbie to remind

Griffith sipped his wine and said, "You need to pay for the information." Charlotte raised her hand, ordered a plate of fruits for him, and boldly said, "Go on." Griffith smirked and said, "They’re a couple." Rolling her eyes, Charlotte ordered a plate of meat for him. "Tell me something useful." This time, Griffith didn't make up stories. The wind had risen outside. The air circulated, and the wind blew in his direction, so he lit a cigarette. "They’re each other’s first love. They dated for a few years, broke up, and then got back together."

She whispered as they made their way to the dining room, the atmosphere buzzing with chatter and laughter. As they settled in for dinner, conversations flowed, vibrant and varied, yet somehow, she found herself leaning into Zachary’s presence as their discussion naturally took over the space. Surprisingly, he wasn’t the villain she’d initially believed him to be. A MONTH passed, and their relationship blossomed, solidifying their status as a couple—Lucien Redgrave and Gwendolyn Brook. They had returned from their vacation two weeks prior, and every moment they had shared was now an indelible imprint of joy in her heart. They lived openly, unashamedly embracing their love at every occasion. J

The lightness that had started to return between them slowly slipped away again. Shit. Grace instinctively covered her mouth, but then thought—maybe it was fine to tell him now? She lowered her hand. “Actually, I was helping Gavin propose to his partner today.” Propose? Partner? Raphael’s pupils shrank, his brain forcing itself to process the words—each syllable seemed to crawl in slow motion through his mind. Only now did it really hit him: she hadn’t been off with another man for some secret rendezvous. Ding. The elevator doors slid open. He followed her in without a thought, not even registering where he was. This elevator was private, only for the presidential suite. Inside, they stood c

Loren nodded and ignored him like he was an air. Soon the dinner was done and Francisco declared that Veronica will be trained since she's the only daughter that he has. Well, that is a lie. He has lots of daughters one was Marga and the other was Catriona. Veronica, Tony and Loren left after the old man and Francisco said their farewell. Veronica faced Loren. "How do you know both of them?" She asked him. "Or do you also know my mother?" Loren smiled tightly. "Guinevere was my first love. But she was poisoned and manipulated by your father. No offense." He said like it was cool and there were buddies. Veronica smiles.