Love In The Time Of Cholera นิยาย & เรื่องราว

With clenched teeth, Salsa sobbed as she package the poisoned chicken and steak, “I…I am sorry, Rod, but you have to go. Don’t you know I am in love with you? And you decided to impregnate Opula. You have never given me an attention. I love you so much. I feel a thing for you, yet you behave as though I don’t exist, and give attention to people that don’t feel one bit of what I feel for you.” Salsa packaged the food and stepped out to meet with Rod Benson. While on her way, she was full of tears for what was about to befall Rod Benson. Almost getting to the airport, where Rod was waiting for her, she stopped the taxi, alighted and trashed the poisoned food.” “No, I can’t do this. I can’t hur

“As long as I have you, every second will feel like forever, and nothing in this world could ever measure how much I love you.” He leaned slowly, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was soft, deep, and brimming with passion. There was no rush, no urgency—just the tenderness of two hearts finally allowing themselves to find peace in each other. His fingers slipped to her nape, holding her close, while her hand rested on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of a heart that seemed to beat only for her. “It’s not the city, or the view, or the sunset,” Vittoria said, her voice thick with love. “The only reason I’d ever want to freeze time is you.”

"He was about to uncover everything." "Liam was the most beautiful person I ever knew," Chloe said, tears streaming down her face. "His light was so bright. His love…" She choked on the words. "I can’t even say it. And you wouldn’t understand, your heart is black. You don’t know what love is, or how it feels." She mumbled a chant, and James’s father dropped to his knees, blood spilling from his mouth. "Oh, I won’t kill you," Chloe said, moving closer. She bit him hard, then spat the blood out. She stood back, watching dispassionately as he twitched on the ground.

“You have to understand what I'm saying, Sophia, that love doesn't exist in this world we live in. I can't love you," She staggered on her feet, and his hands fell at his sides. A lone tear fell down her cheeks, and her heart constricted with pain as if she had been stabbed in the heart. “You- you- you're lying," Chase sighed. “You’re naive, Sophia, that’s why you can't understand, but with time, you will definitely understand why I can't love you," "But I love you,” She whispered, clutching her chest as if to rip off her heart as she slid down on the ground. "I love you,"

They'd been dating for six months, and he had memorized her apartment layout from the few times he had come over. A single tear ran down Chloe's cheek and dropped on the paper with a soft plop. That night was one of her most memorable ones. Kylian had made soup, which was technically not cooking, and claimed he was a chef. They had argued about it, but Chloe conceded because the soup was delicious. Kylian had given her drugs and held her throughout the night. Nothing much was said; his presence had said enough, and Chloe finally knew she was in love with the man.

"If we delay any longer, he'll be injured." When I saw Maria hurry to call Jane, I breathed a sigh of relief. In my last life, I had gone in to check on Ashton's condition. He had yanked me violently onto the bed. Maria thought it was consensual, so she turned and left. After that, I was discovered to be pregnant, and our marriage was planned. I thought that we were in love, but it turned out to be the beginning of hell. He hated me, and he hated the fact that I had married him because of what had happened and caused him to separate from the person he truly liked.

Sasha sat quietly beside Chris’s hospital bed, her heart heavy as she looked at his unconscious form. She held his hand gently, her fingers tracing the back of his hand like they used to when they were kids. “I can’t wait for you to wake up,” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the silent room. “You wouldn’t believe the mess I’ve gotten myself into. I’m... I’m in love with the devil.” She let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Not literally, but it feels that way.”

Claire paused, shuddering as she said, "It's over between me and Stan Gosling. I didn't keep his baby either… So can't we just start over? I promised I won't ever hurt you anymore…" All I felt was exasperation. "So, you came looking for me because you realized no one's bothered to take your crap?" "No! I really love you!" Claire cried even harder. "Don't you remember?! You promised that you'd always stay with me back at university…" "I do," I replied calmly. "I also remembered working overnight just to bake a cake for you, only for you to hand it off to Stan. "I also remember that time I felt like I could die from a high fever, but you told me you're busy shopping for new clothes with Stan.

Nobody spoke. The room seemed to shrink around the page. The words sat there. Simple. Ordinary. Impossible. For My Future Grandchildren. Elara stared at the paper as though it might disappear if she blinked. Her mother covered her mouth. I felt something tighten in my chest. Not fear. Not grief. Something else. The strange ache that comes from standing too close to love. Love that survived its owner. Love that kept moving forward through time. Slowly, carefully, Elara lowered herself into a chair.

Azura heard his deep voice; she turned around and hugged him, pressed her face against his hard chest and said half-asleep: "I love you so much too!" Love is the fire in everyone's heart; with unlimited time and space, nothing can stop and destroy. People always feel the fire of love burning to the bone marrow, lighting up the horizon. It was an eternal love that he would have for her for the rest of his life until his heart stopped beating.