Lotus Love Beauty Mga Nobela at Kwento

Crimson dust on her cheeks and she blushed hard, shaking her head. “Then know it that you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, my wife.” He confessed in the middle of dance floor pulling her closer by her waist and placing her hand on his shoulder, fluttering her heart in the most beautiful way.... The song “Love me like you do,” by Ellie Goulding started to play.... ~______~ With each twirl, pull, and steps different emotions sparked in their eyes for each other..... The audience clapped for the beautiful couple as they did their last twirl...

But oh dear, those times are over. Just as she reached to give me a hard slap I took her hand and said, “your hands become so rough these days Aunt. Let me recommend a new skin care, I saw Cousin using it. See how good her hands are. You shouldn't weaken yours.” Just as I mentioned the beauty she stopped in her advancement and glanced at her husband and then at her dear daughter's hands. Just when everyone is trapped in their own things I started talking, I thought about playing the recording I just recorded, but no, that is no wise move, so instead I'll just walk away, let them enjoy the so-called empire without an empress in it.

She replied almost immediately. Bowie: Something nice? Where are you taking me? Me: It's a surprise. Bowie: Wesley Chen. Me: Bowie Reyes. Bowie: I hate surprises. Me: You love my surprises. Bowie: …fine. But you owe me details. Me: I'll give you more than details tonight. Now go get pretty. I stared at the screen, a smile pulling at my lips. Three dots appeared, disappeared and appeared again. Bowie: I love you.

“Uh, you just missed how I pushed a baby out of my vagina... gosh, thinking about it gives me anxiety; I need tequila.” We both burst out laughing. “What does she look like?” I sighed softly. “She looks like the man I’m still utterly in love with...” She looks like that sexy Italian man I met at the bar. A man who taught me how to love passionately. “She looks like Ambrose Esteban.”

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

"C'mon, we have more things to do, let's get back to work. Firstly you need to try on your dress and shoes." Nima picked the jewelry and she said, "You're so lucky to have a man who buys you such nice stuff." Her countenance is sober and sad. "What do you mean Nima?" As I walked towards her, I noticed she was already in tears. "What's going on?" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." "It's okay, you can talk to me." "I.. I once had a man I loved and cherished so much. I could do anything just to keep the love we shared."

CHAPTER 51 The campus was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, casting a warm ambiance over the lush greenery and modern buildings. Mira and Ethan walked hand in hand, their footsteps synchronized as they strolled through the quiet paths. The evening air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the distant chirping of crickets provided a soothing background melody. They had just left the fountain, where they had made their wishes and sealed their love with a kiss. The world seemed perfect, wrapped in the magic of their reunion.

I can't have that! My attention shifted to what Lotus was doing. He had stopped at an object. "What is it?" I asked, intrigued by his find. Lotus extended his hand and pushed it open—a door? Was she hiding? Lotus froze as the heavenly scent enveloped us like crashing waves. I inhaled deeply and sighed—irresistible! "So delicious," Lotus mumbled, leaving a pool of drool. "I can't wait to have her and taste her." "I can't sense anyone in here," I told him. "Can you?"

Liam mumbled against her skin, his voice still thick with sleep. "Morning," Hazel laughed softly, resting her hands over his. She looked at their reflection in the mirror. Liam’s hair was still a little messy from the pillows, his dress shirt unbuttoned. At twenty-seven, he was effortlessly handsome, but it was the quiet, steady adoration in his eyes that always got to her. Looking at him, Hazel felt that familiar, deep warmth swell in her chest. Two months ago, he had finally slipped the beautiful silver diamond onto her left hand, making her the happiest woman in the world.

She asked me, "Do you like it?" I nodded with a bright smile. "It's beautiful. Why do you like the lotus flower, Mommy?" "Because they symbolize harmony, purity, and light. They are the embodiment of all things beautiful." She opened her hand, revealing a miniature yellow lotus. "What's this?" I stared at the lotus in her hand. It was made of inset rubies carved into the shape of petals that were intricately mounted on a base. The entire flower was exquisitely crafted and lifelike, sparkling in her palm, its priceless value evident.