Livre Histoire D Amour Novels & Stories

she said turning back to Alex. "Ava, Emma, Alice, meet Alex," she said to her friends briefly, although she did not state to her friends that they were lovers her friends were no fool, after seeing the reaction between them they already knew what was between them, although Alex had not said anything about his love to her, his actions to her now had just spoken for him, there was no need to say the words again, as the saying goes "action speaks louder than words" so Rachel naturally understood that Alex loved her from his reaction, but she was still unwilling to admit it yet to her friends.

"None of us is bleeding to death, so I think it's progress." We ate in silence, the delicate clatter of plates masked the pregnant silence. Until I couldn't take it anymore. "Is this how it's going to be?" I asked, cutting the lamb with a knife. "What?" Lucas stopped mid-chew to asses confusedly. His beautiful five-o'clock shadow emphasized his bone structure, his eyes laced with desire and amusement. I took it all in. Lucas De Marchi will soon be my husband. My stomach did a turn, but I washed it away with wine.

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

It was late at night when Jonathan and Diana got out of the Gaddi. In silence, the two walked back to the hospital. The street was deserted and it seemed natural that they walked arm in arm and slowly. The night was beautiful and pleasant and so they could appreciate it better. In fact, that night seemed made for love. Jonathan's nearness began to exert a strange attraction on Diana... who wanted to get closer but steadfastly resisted. However, as they walked, his arm brushing against hers, their bodies very close, the desire increased and a climate was created between them that suddenly, out of the blue, he stopped and tightened Diana in his arms. With unexpected tenderness, he began to kis

I was delighted to see him this happy. “Because I was attracted to you. If I remember correctly, we went to the library and-.” She started, forgetting her mother was here. I cleared my throat, making her eyes widen in realization. Telling her mother that she had made me grip her throat and make her forget about her anger, wasn’t the best course of discussion on the first day of knowing her fiancé. “You… read me your favourite part of a book.” “Yes. Les Fleurs Bleues by Raymond Queneau.” I smiled, making her nod. She turned to her mother and whispered something, winking conspicuously at me. I rose my brows but she giggled, forgetting that Henry was in earshot.

Just like last time, two clear storage bags sat on the desk, each holding a twig-like plant—exactly what I'd seen before. Tracy picked them up and waved them in front of me with a grin. "These are Love Vines. I got them when I was studying abroad. There are two vines, one thick and one thin—the thick one represents the male energy, and the thin one the female energy. They always grow side by side. Even when they wither after years, they'll keep trying to find each other." Love Vines? That actually sounded kind of romantic. But what was the science behind it?

Soft. Sweet. Addictive. God. I wanted her more than I should. More than was safe. And the worst part? It wasn’t only lust. If it were just lust, this would’ve been easier. But Isabella made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years. Things I buried a long time ago. The last woman who made me feel this way was Selene. Amelia’s mother. My jaw tightened instantly at the thought of her. That woman nearly destroyed me once.

“Well Belle, if you must know, you’re never open about these things. You always talk about how much you hate and despise guys. How you think they are all so disgusting and disrespectful. Literally, no guy who has ever had a crush on you, didn’t end up getting crushed by you. You scare them all away by acting all tough and immune to love”. Love replied unapologetically. “Wow! Is that really what you think about me love?”Belle asked sounding disappointed. But Love didn’t reply. And so Belle went on to ask Happy. “What about you Happy? Do you also think that I hate love?” Belle asked. “Of course not Belle. Love certainly didn’t mean it like that.” Happy explained. “I’m pretty sure she did.” Bel

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

It was definitely amusing. The fact that all the girls Solomon loved always ended up dead didn't sit right with me. I didn't particularly appreciate how his love story usually ended. First, it was Christiana, and then, it was Emily. I felt bad for him because he was a good person, and he deserved to be loved and cherished. I hoped Jocelyn would give him that.