Late Love Novels & Stories

Lots of love. Your writer, Kess

The Story Begins… There was a time in the past when werewolves and witches had interceptions among each other in the same land. However, a mutual hatred had emerged from a different angle of the world as to who was the greatest. This caused a huge unsettlement yet it was not so in San Antonio, they interrelated but they did not interbreed, as it was seen as an abomination. Queen Lorelai held a candle in his hand and walked to her secret room while chanting some words. When she got there, she lightened up a mini fire which she fueled with a chicken's intestine.

Out in the yard, a garden of roses was still in bloom. That rose garden had been a surprise gift from 28-year-old Sam. He had told me, “These are Scottish green roses. They represent a love that never fades. Just like mine for you. Hazel, I swear right here in this garden that I’ll never let you down.” I laughed and asked him, “And what if one day you do?” He thought for a moment before replying, “Then you destroy the whole rose garden. And never forgive me.” Now, that garden in my heart, once so vibrant and full of life, had reached the end of its bloom. The petals were falling, one by one.

"Diana… you can be angry with me, but don't say things like that. Don't you remember everything we've been through? I want to marry you, to make it up to you, to take care of you, because I believe we love each other. I—" My voice rose, sharp and hard. "Who said we love each other? Callum, yes—I used to feel something more than sisterly affection for you. But you were in love with someone else. And now? Now I feel nothing for you. You say you love me—so what? What makes you think I want it?"

"The sleaze." Rowan chuckled softly. "But Bri loves it. The second she gets home, she insists I take a shower and then—" "Enough. I don't want to hear it." "Whether you want to hear it or not, it's the truth. She's crazy about my body. Your 20 years of history don't even matter. People just choose who they're most compatible with in bed." Hendrix didn't feel like wasting any more time on Rowan. He turned to walk away. "Go ahead and perform your little show. I don't have the time to watch."

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 , 𝑰𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 "

Beatrice understood, "Your dad did it on purpose to let you vent your anger, so you'd be more willing to take in Adrian?" Scarlett thought that Andrew probably had that intention. "Mom, did you ever love Dad?" she asked. Beatrice pressed her lips tightly together. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke, her tone filled with melancholy, "Of course I loved him. Otherwise, I wouldn't have married him. Even after knowing he had another woman outside, I didn't divorce him. I still held onto some hope for him." "Do you hate him?" "He's already dead. What's there to hate? After walking through the gates of hell and back, I've come to terms with everything," Beatrice said, her tone now more ph

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