Library Lovers Novels & Stories

All he wants right now is to be with Claire without thinking about the future. "You know what, Alarick. I have read this from the books that you gave me before. It was from the author named Nicholas Sparks. He said that, we fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it." Luna tried to comfort her friend.

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents

he said, pouting his lips. "Nothing. But I didn't ask you to share it with me," I said. He let out a deep breath and said, "I know, sweetie. But I want to share it with you because you are my girlfriend and you should know that. Lovers do this, and they're talking about their parents' lives. It's inevitable that it wasn't discussed because that's where they'll go in the end. What their parents experienced or went through, they will do the same. If their parents got married, they would get married too, so lovers could talk about it," Dark Louiz explained to me. He frowned.

As we traversed the astral realms, whispers of love echoed through the cosmic winds. Adrian's gaze held the promise of a thousand constellations, each gleaming with the brilliance of devotion. "Lila, in this celestial odyssey, every heartbeat is a symphony composed for you. Our love, an uncharted constellation, will shine eternally in the cosmic firmament." Lila, captivated by the cosmic allure, replied, "Adrian, our love is a cosmic masterpiece, written in the stardust of countless galaxies. Let it guide us through the celestial ballet, where every step is a testament to our shared destiny."

Carl thought it was an excellent idea and went to buy it, so while he was doing that errand, I put music connected to the audio system, programmed with an iPod and from one moment to another, the different melodies began to spread throughout the apartment. I created a playlist that I named "Just Lovers". Every time I listen to it, I remember the day I showed it to Carl. I was dying of grief for the selection of songs, but he liked it, he liked that playlist so much, that we made love; a stimulus coming from one of the titles incorporated therein. Between songs from Hippie Sabotage, passing through Two Feet, until I reached —perhaps— the best of The Weeknd, I uncorked a beer and drank it whil

Ava’s POV The soft hum of conversation mingled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee as rain pattered gently against the windows. Warm light spilled from vintage lamps, casting a cozy glow over the worn wooden tables and mismatched chairs. On the wall hung two beautiful clocks—"The Perfect Lovers," as they were affectionately called. They always moved in perfect synchronization, their hands dancing together in harmony. Watching them, I couldn't help but imaged my future lover. It was a night like any other in the quaint coffee shop, until a regular customer walked in.

There were photos of them at an amusement park, wearing matching headbands like a couple. And there was one that made my blood run cold. It was a photo of them in my bedroom. Reagan was wearing my nightgown and kissing Zayne on the cheek. The earliest photo dated back to the second year after Zayne and I got married. My hands started trembling uncontrollably as I opened the diary. On the very first page were the words, "Dedicated to my only light, my Reagan." Every page after that was filled with their so-called "love story."

She had vowed to love her partner until the fire fades,the flame of their love. She was still so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice her lover,Relebohile,admiring her from the distance.Lebo,as his friends called him was a well built man.He had the physique of an athlete.His chest was Dinny's resting place whenever she felt down.They had their ups and downs just like any other couple. As he came closer to where she sat,Dinny saw him and welcomed him with a genuinely loving smile."Oh Lebo!I never saw you from the distance,"she said.He didn't respond with words,he just smiled and gave her a warm hug.

They can't do anything to help Memphis and Fleur cause they didn't know their story but their hearts hurting for them to have this situation because they love each other back then. "I forgive you too, M-Memphis! I-i'm sorry!" Fleur cries, "I am so sorry, Memphis! And———I Love You Too, L-Love!" That was the last word she says and let herself fall in the ravine.

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