Love Down Under Novels & Stories

“Babe, do you know? The first time I saw you, I fell for you instantly. But you were always so cold to me. I thought you only saw me as a friend, so I never dared to confess. I could only stay by your side. Year after year, I realized that loving someone can make you anxious and unsure of yourself…” Henry leaned against Sophia. He was drunk. She held him gently and looked at him shyly. She said in a teasing tone, “Is that why you Yvette as a cover to make me your girlfriend? You really like me that much?”

You're never satisfied. A person who was never satisfied would never find happiness, no matter how many fresh starts they got. Tears of regret slipped down his face. "Is there really no chance? I truly know I was wrong!" I gave him a definite answer. "No chance." After I left, I never visited him again as I valued what I had now far more. There was an overseas exchange opportunity in my field of research. The director immediately nominated me for it. When I arrived in Amesden, I saw Damien and Ryan waiting for me at the airport. Damien was holding a bouquet as he walked toward me. My eyes lit up in surprise.

He was in his element here. The drinks kept coming. They laughed at his jokes, and he let their attention wash over him like a warm wave. By midnight, he’d promised a trip to Paris to one and a diamond necklace to the other. He wouldn’t remember their names tomorrow, but that had never bothered him as long as they were available to warm his bed. Women came and went. And Damien liked it that way. Or at least, that’s what he told himself. It was almost dawn when his private phone buzzed on the bedside table. Damien groaned, rubbing his eyes. Very few people had this number.

“What am I doing with my life,” he whispered, his voice low and heavy. The words echoed through the dark, narrow alley, bouncing off empty walls and disappearing into the void. Only two others were present to hear him—his silent coworker and a terrified young woman clutching her purse, her wide, tear-filled eyes pleading for mercy. “I’ll give you anything—money, favors—whatever you want,” she stammered, her voice trembling and breaking with every word. “You hear that, Hound? Anything we want,” Puck said with a cruel laugh, his boots scraping against the gritty pavement as he moved closer. “What I want, sweetheart, isn’t in your purse. Can you give me that?”

Christopher paused for a moment and then whispered, "Yes, I found out she had contact with Daniel. It's quite suspicious. Daniel specifically asked for you to marry her, not Damian. It's clear she's been up to something." "She's given me so many big 'gifts' one after another. If I don't return the favor, it would seem like I don't understand the concept of reciprocity." He had just gone abroad for some business, and people had taken advantage of his absence to stir up so much trouble. His expression was indifferent, but the. chilling coldness in his eyes was unmistakable. "I heard Damian is running an undergroun club called 'The awakening' ." Christopher immediately understood. "They no long

I love watching movies. Where I live? I live in a small town named Roselli, weird name right? But there is a legend behind it. There was a girl named Roselli, and she was in love with a guy named Roman, they were madly in love, but Roselli's father didn't approve of their love and married her off to some wealthy guy. cliché right? Roman was so heartbroken that he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff into the sea, calling out his love before jumping. Since then this town is lovers paradise, lovers around the world come to visit the spot Roman jumped from and call out their lovers name. Huh? I don't believe in all this I am in love of this place cause it's my home, there are some pristine

“But, at least if you’re going to be sick, this is the place. The toilets are all clean and you don’t have to clean up after.” Aliyah chuckled. “Yeah. And they have cable here. And HBO. I’m watching Game of Thrones all day today.” “Don’t spoil anything for me,” Holly replied. She crossed the room and put her pajamas in her suitcase. “They all die,” Aliyah told her. “Even the dragons.” “LA LA LA, I CAN’T HEAR YOU,” Holly shouted, putting her hands over her ears. She then stuck her tongue out at Aliyah. Aliyah lay back on her pillows. “You should get going. It’s almost time for the lifts to start. Got to get that fresh powder.”

RPOV Despite my enthusiastic attitude at the beginning of this trip, two hours in, I was ready to be done with the transit part. A few minutes in, the music I had turned on and up had begun to bother Dimitri and his driving abilities. He turned off my music and opted for gentle country music, complete with banjos and fiddles. I wasn't even aware that Montana had country music stations, but leave it to Dimitri to find the only one.