Kissing In The Rain The Notebook Mga Nobela at Kwento

I take a slow sip of my water and return my attention to the computer. “Yes, ma’am,” Bonnie finally says before exiting. The door closes. Diana turns to me but says nothing. After a minute, I look up. “You’re staring, darling.” “Are you going to tell me how to arrange this,” she asks coolly, lifting the files, “or should I go back to my book?” I lean back in my chair, studying her. “Are you jealous, Diana?” “Of your secretary?” Her tone is calm, but there’s disappointment beneath it—controlled, deliberate. “No.”

"I don't know how to draw… could you teach me?" With a hesitant smile, I reached out and placed my hand over his, stumbling over my own words. "…Sure." Nervous but determined, I guided his hand across the canvas, tracing light, shaky lines. My eyes focused on the paper, yet his gaze never left me. His breath quickened. "Emily, I think… I might like you, just a little." Above the hum of cicadas and rustling leaves, all I could hear was the furious pounding of my heart. The country wind swept through, carrying the daydream of a lifetime.

Sometimes it came with it. The Notebook That night, Elara sat at her desk with her notebook open. She hadn’t written since the inquiry ended — too much noise inside her head, too many echoes she couldn’t untangle. But now, with the distant sound of rain guttering against the windows, she let the pen move. Today the city saw me. Not everyone believed. But they looked at me. They spoke my name without spitting it out. That’s new. That’s dangerous. That’s hope.

One of his elbow was resting on the sofa’s arm rest while his other hand lay on his lap, tapping his fingers on them impatiently for some reason, not to mention his jawlines locked with a hard expression on his face. “See, simple. Now let’s play again.” Lianna finally broke the ice and motioned me to get back in the circle and I did as I was told, slightly wiping her spit away from my neck. Ugh, now I had to take a bath in holy water for the next two months. “Dare.” Raymond grinned confidently. “Kiss Edward,” one of the girls said and my eyes widened in shock as I looked at Edward and Raymond look at each other in disgust. “On the lips.”

"You loved my mother." "I did," Irina said. She looked directly at Lena. "I do. The kind of love that exists outside of time. The kind that survives distance and loss and everything the world throws at it." Anastasia reached across the space between them and took Irina's hand. After fifteen years, they touched. The emotion was overwhelming. It filled the train car like something physical. Like grief and joy and regret and acceptance all at once. Sable asked the question everyone was thinking. "Who's really been in control? Not Dimitri. Not Victoria. Who?"

Very politely, but with a hint of distaste. I notice it right away and think it odd but dismiss it because I am in a hurry to see the note. “I am Lillian McMasters. I was told you have a note for me at the front desk.” I say politely, but the whole time I wish they would hurry. The younger one of the two, in his twenties, finds the note and says, “Here it is.” As he holds out, just out of my reach. “Quickly reaching for it, I snatch it from him before saying, “Thank you.”

The painting was realistic mirroring the island in bird view. "It can't be," Vivian exclaimed. "We booked one of your big rooms two weeks before," "Let me check," the woman said moving closer to the computer next to her. "What's your name?" "Vivian. Vivian Clair." The woman tapped her fingers on the keyboard giving a monotonous sound while clicking the mouse. Yric's attention was still on the painting. "It looks like a photograph, right?" Noah asked him. Yric glanced sideways at his friend. "It isn't a photograph?" he asked and Noah answered him by shaking his head. "I thought it is one."

“Hey. Have you seen a movie called The Notebook?” “No. Why?” “You haven’t? For real?” I gasp. “It’s such a classic. We should definitely watch it together sometime.” “OK, so A, this isn’t a college interview, so I don’t need to lie about how many classic movies or books I’ve seen. And B, are you asking me out on a date already? Because I have some other plans for our first date and it’s so much better than your boring movie night proposal.” “It’s not boring at all!” I yell in protest. “Hear me out. So there’s a scene in the movie where the couple has a dramatic reunion and they just kiss it out right in the middle of a pouring rain—”

I saw him smiled and stared away shyly I love you; he said staring at me I stared at his eyes and smiled I love you too; I said shyly He stared at me sweetly I didnt even know when we moved our lips closer to each other Our lips met and we kissed passionately He bit my lips so sweetly He is really a good kisser; I thought We kissed for a very long time He caress my body so sweetly Suddenly, we heard a sound of footstep and someone coughed We quickly unlocked from the kiss OMG! Such a mood spoiler.... . T.B.C

“Sorry to bother you so late.” He watched me walk toward him. Slow. Hips swaying just enough. The rain tapped against the tall windows like it was trying to get in on the secret. I stopped at his desk. Instead of just handing over the notebook I set it down, then leaned forward—elbows on the wood, chest pushed out, blouse gaping. The silk slid against my skin. My nipples were so hard they ached. His gaze dropped. Lingered. His Adam’s apple bobbed.