Long List Of Ex Lovers Novels & Stories

Various photos which seemed like paparazzi shots of Ace with various beautiful women on his arms or locked in his embrace started showing on the screen as the host began narrating through the list of his ex-girlfriends and others that he’s had an affair with. I recognized some of the famous names from various industries. Movie stars, singers, supermodels, and other socialites. A sigh escaped my lips as I turned off the television. Who cares about his love affairs anyways?

I called likewise, slowly just like him. The tension in the room was palatable as we stared at each other, Eyeball to eyeball. Okay, let me clear the air a bit. Leonel was my ex lover. You know the way I say that allistair was my first love and all, it wasn't true. Well, it was kinda partly true in a way, but false in another. Allistair wasn't my first, but he was my love. Okay fine, it was wrong all the way.

When the Maybach knocked me down, my first instinct was to get up fast, pick up the bike, and ride away. I never expected to run into my ex like this after five years. Shawn Lubbard got out of the car and called after me. "After all this time, you're still out here tricking men into supporting you?" He looked me up and down. As he put his hand on mine, it felt like he was belittling and mocking me at the same time.

And for that reason, I’m getting a chance later today to sign that contract agreeing to hold hands in public with someone whose I*******m followers outnumber the population of Botswana. As for his exes … he dated someone from Italy who has a ferret. And a girl from Japan with three boobs. Four girls claim they’re his fiancées, he has three wives, two are in labor right now with his child, and one kid’s at four years and counting. None of it true. Crazy. It’s worse than a soap opera with a badly written plot. But I’m not here for him, or love. As bad as it may sound … I’m here for the money.

I shrugged and folded my arms across my chest. “We were not good together. And truly, I wish I was more compassionate, but I am not. I am not concerned about her, I'm only concerned about the trouble she's causing Diana and I. You know Diana saw her with a lingerie in my bed, do you know the damage it had caused? It had put a dent in our relationship… How would Diana trust me if my ex keeps showing up half naked on my bed?” “Relationship… Aren't you moving so soon? You just got out of a relationship, She just got out of one man's house. She just lost a kid.”

She decided to shift her attention to the realm of entertainment news, hoping for a brief escape from the constant updates about David. Scrolling through the latest celebrity gossip and mindless rumors seemed far more appealing than subjecting herself to the never-ending news cycle centered around David. Amidst the sea of frivolous stories, one particular post caught her eye. It revealed that a popular female model, often seen at Cherry model night parties, was rumored to be David's ex-girlfriend and had recently gone through a heartbreaking breakup.

He couldn't ignore the uncertain emotions stirring within him, nor the fact that he was engaged to another woman. Lost in his thoughts, Max's eyes landed on a framed picture of him and his ex-wife, Carmela. He still kept that picture of them both smiling happily. Guilt gnawed at him as he realized the implications of his growing feelings for Nichole, and same for Carmela. He knew he had to confront his own emotions and address the difficult situation that had unfolded.

" Ali ! stop it, I am serious about us, I love you! I truly love you ", Liam tried to stop her. " Shut up you bastard! you love to play with feelings huh! you broke the heart of Ava first and now you are trying to do the same with me. What do you think of me uh? Am I an easy girl for you and easily sleep with you, if you will try to be nice to me huh? How dare you think that I Alina Williams the daughter of business legend Alex Williams will fall for you. " Alina yelled at him.

“Wait. Who’s that?” “That’s what I’ve been asking myself,” I said. “She’s tagged in the post—Evelyn Caradelli. Apparently, she’s been in our orbit for years, and I don’t even remember her.” Genevieve’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Evelyn… She's been popping up too much lately. First as Jacob’s ex, then with ties to the Caradellis, and now she just happens to be connected to the Moretti deal?”

Love isn't a game. Love can change into loathing or even into trauma. People can express poetry, creating melancholic scenes under the late light, but when love turns into loathing, trust in love diminishes. ........................................................................................................................... "I don't love my wife. Even ten days ago, I didn't want to see her next to me!" Derek confesses, staring into Gwen's frosty, emotionless eyes. His eyes gleam with regret, a pure agony of heartbreak.