Love Good Night Sweetheart Novelas e Histórias

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Mirabella sighed and let her body relax into his. “Goodnight,” she whispered back.

Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift The sun peeked through the curtains, birds chirped and sang outside. It was the next morning. The two lovers laid side by side under the silk black covers, cuddling each other. Lorenzo's arm was wrapped around Bonnie's waist, holding tight as ever, as if he would lose her. His back had red marks from Bonnie's nails that dug into his skin last night when he was making love to her. His ocean blue eyes gazed at her as she slept on her stomach, her face flat on the silk black pillow, drool coming out her mouth. Lorenzo found it cute.

With all my love, O.J❤️❤️💡

Love. END

Get some sleep" "Yes I will. I don't know if I will ever be able to fall in love with you but one thing is sure, I won't be able to get over your body. The pleasures I got tonight was hella crazy. You're so damn sweet girl that I wanna go over and over again with you. Good night" he muttered

“Night, baby. I love you.” The call disconnects.

“Diamond lights, up in the sky I gotta a feeling we'll be good tonight Share my world Though sometimes cold I know together we will never get old We got only tonight Let's make it last forever Only this time Let us be forever 'Cause we only got tonight (tonight) Tonight (tonight)” "Hello?" I answer my call. "Hey babes, so I need a huge favor." Bianca says, and I can tell that she is about to ask for something I'm most likely to say no to. "What is it?"

His clean, woody scent enveloped me, and his warm hand gently stroked my back. "Cry," he said softly. "I'm here. No one will ever hurt you again." That simple promise was like opening a floodgate. All the hurt, the pain, and the bitterness burst forth at that moment. I buried my face in his shirt and cried like a child. Lorenzo let my tears soak his collar, holding me even tighter.

Power disguised itself as pleasure. “Nothing interests you?” Hugo asked quietly. “I’m married,” I replied flatly. He chuckled. “Marriage has never stopped powerful men.” I ignored him. Then the auctioneer’s voice rose above the noise. “And now,” he announced dramatically, “the highlight of tonight’s collection… the diamond of the evening. Welcome… Blue.” She stepped onto the stage. And everything inside me froze. The room blurred. Conversations faded. The world narrowed until nothing existed but her. Black dress.