Love Is A Gamble Ed Hardy Novels & Stories

I was a fool too, gambling my life away for two people I shared blood with, but barely knew them at all. Tears started pouring from my eyes. I was so lonely and helpless in that situation. “Are you sure, Mi Amor?” He asked again. I closed my eyes tightly and nodded my head in agreement. “Yes! I am sure.” I whispered in response, feeling empty. “Pull away, Dexter.” He ordered on the phone then hung up again. I knew in my heart that I was the biggest mistake of my life. But I had already done it. I had burned all the bridges.

“My mind is made up. This is my home. My family is here – most of them anyway. I love Billy, but we can’t be together. There are . . . obstacles.” “Let me tell you something,” Goldman began as he sat down in a chair across from her. “Most people don’t find real love in a lifetime. So, if you’re lucky to have it happen to you, you grab it with both hands and don’t let go. You don’t let ignorance or other people’s opinions get between you and true love.” “Jeff -” Gabriella started. “I’m not done, Ms. Garvey,” Goldman said in his cop voice.

He inhaled deeply, gathering the last of his strength. “Or you can gamble,” he said. “Gamble on a man who used to be rotten. Gamble that I can spend every second I have left making up for it. Gamble that we can redefine what ‘future’ means—” His voice splintered. “Even if it doesn’t include children. Even if it’s full of thorns. Gamble on whether I can learn how to love someone without running. Without destroying myself first.” He fell silent. The room remained still—but the silence was different now. Heavy with truth. Bloody, exposed, and unavoidably real.

Once they were all out, Jay took Hardin’s hands and brought them close to his heart. We fought for him. We fought tooth and nail to get him out of the sub-space he was in; we fought all of his demons and called out to his soul, reached out for him and brought him light he so much needed. Like tendrils, our souls crawled from of us, gently and intimately wrapped Hardin and cocooned him with the love and warmth. Our souls spread around his entire being, giving him the much needed avowal as we pledged our unending and unforsaken love to him. Our breathing quickened as our hearts drummed rapidly, singing love songs to his tortured soul.

He cleared his throat, reconsidered clearing it, and then went ahead. “My sister,” he said, “is proof that God loves a comeback.” Laughter. Murmurs. A few soft “amens.” Rory’s voice grew steady. “She taught me that love is not a lottery ticket. It’s a garden. You don’t win it—you tend it. And when frost takes it, you curse the sky, you brew some chicory, and you start again in spring.” He looked toward Ava, who looked up at the tent ceiling because it was easier than looking at the people who loved her or the man who might.

But deep down, I knew I couldn't let his words sway me or break the trust I had in Hardin. Standing tall, I looked Jim straight in the eye, my voice steady but filled with determination. "You may believe that Jim, but I know in my heart that Hardin loves me. I won't betray his trust by following you down a path of uncertainty." My words hung in the air, a resolute declaration of my loyalty to Hardin. I could see the shock on Jim's face, a mix of frustration and resignation. Perhaps he had hoped that his words would sway me, that I would abandon Hardin for him. But I couldn't do that. My love for Hardin ran deep, and I couldn't let anyone, even his brother, shake that foundation.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

“Come on, Kara. Just say it. We won’t judge.” “That’s exactly why I can’t say it. I’m shy.” she whispered, even redder. Jairo’s lips slowly lifted, as if he already knew the answer. “I will just pick another one,” Kara declared. Leo wanted to tease her more but Charlotte stopped him, and Kara quickly grabbed a new question. “What is one truth about love you learned the hard way?” She stared at the words, her thoughts forming into one deep truth. “Love is hard. Soft. Gentle. Overwhelming. But with the right partner, they make you feel safe… and the hardest part is trusting they won’t leave, even when you feel like you don’t deserve them.”

“Uh, it was fine. You know, I really think there’s a connection between the two of us, and I want to explore it further!” “Really, man? That would be amazing! I can’t wait to see you finally settle down for real!” “Ha! That’s so funny. What are you trying to say?” “Well, Hardy, listen. I know you too well. This might just be another fling, and you might end up dumping her when someone else ticks your boxes!” “Oh, Liam, come on! I promise you, this is different. You know what, let me call you back. I need to get something done!” Hardy said, ending the call without waiting for a response.

Snow stood up and read aloud, "life gets lonely when you're alone. O'er the years and time it fades. Verily, life is a journey not to be journeyed alone. Everlasting passion is yours if ye reach." "Alright class," Patricia called, "what spell is it?" "A love spell." They chorused. Patricia nodded, "and after the acrostic weave we have the ekphrastic weave, this form is more clearer than the rest as you have only to simply state what you want. But then, such lucidity requires an awful lot of connection, in other words it isn't widely used. An example please." Inara stood, "I need a guide." "What spell is that?" Asked Patricia.