Love Medicine Novel Novels & Stories

Cherry sat down besides her Madeleine, while Madeleine took a seat beside Adeline. "You girls did great!" Adeline said to both of them. "Yeah, I know. Cherry can't stop boasting about it." Madeleine said laughing as she gave Cherry a nudge at her shoulder playfully. "I told you I could do it!" Cherry argued. "Great." Adeline replied with a light smile. "Did you guys enjoy your performance?" "We sure did." Madeleine said nodding. "Yeah...it was great." Cherry added agreeing with Madeleine. A few moments later, the last auction began. The item was an art piece called 'Naked Truth.' It depicted a painting of a forest and a young woman made of flowers, stretching forth her hand towards a man who

When I saw the mark he had left on the wall, I rolled my eyes scornfully. Him? He wanted me to wait and see? After Craig intervened, Ashton's wedding was called off. Ashton had taken Jane to several hospitals, but of course, she wasn't pregnant. After that, he found all kinds of ways for the two of them to keep trying. Whenever Jane appeared, she was either limping or had clearly visible injuries. Perhaps if it weren't for me, Ashton's supposed true love for her would not have been so firm. When he had fallen for Jane, he had just fallen for that initial rush of feeling.

“Actually….I didn't… well I haven't.” “You haven't what?” The title I couldn't read it, it wasn't very clear,” I said hoping I was right, it was an old book after all and there was no title on the thick back so maybe it had faded. “Really? Let me see,” he said, stretching his hand towards me. I handed him the book and he opened it to the front page. “Ooh! La Divina Commedia, it's an Italian classic…how couldn't you read this? It's very clear,” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

Dante said. Elian looked at him. "Possibly," he said. "Or because the direct approach to love in fiction is almost always the wrong one." He paused. "The best love in novels is in the corners. In the incidental things. Not the declarations — the coffee handed over without being asked." "The coffee handed over without being asked," Dante said. "You've noticed I do that," Elian said. "I noticed it the first morning," Dante said. "In the Budapest safehouse. You guessed correctly."

I tried holding myself back from approaching her so I wouldn't anger her further, but the last bit of that restraint shattered when I saw Liam trying to kiss her this night. > Yas was still staring at me. Her arms crossed tight over her chest, her knuckles turning white where she gripped her own elbows. She looked smaller than I remembered and the shadows under her eyes told me she hadn't been sleeping well either. "Say it again," she finally whispered. I stepped closer, slowly and carefully, making sure I don’t ruin this moment. "I love you, Yas." My voice cracked on her name… "I have been trying to tell you for days. I have been losing my mind trying to get you to just… just look at me, ju

They were together all the time in the past month, except when they were at work. The media had caught pictures of them entering and leaving their home more than once. They were even given the nickname of 'Siamese Husband and Wife' by the media from how glued at the hip they were. Sadie had experienced true love with Blake. She used to think she had felt true love for Chad, but she realized it was not truly love after she got with Blake. Sadie was smiling when she walked out of the elevator. However, before she could reach her parking space, someone struck her behind the head with a club.

In response to my icy silence, he takes the fry and tosses it into his mouth, “You can consider Matthew to be like my love for burgers and wings. Totally bad for me, and something that I should probably ditch, but it might take some time to actually getting around to doing.” “It truly amazes me how fast you can switch a suggestion to a conversation about Matthew.” I say before taking a large swig of my cocktail, “If anything, that just kind of proves what my Uncle Raul says about people’s obsession with love.” “Oh that weird metaphor about the sticky note?” He asks. I set the glass onto the table and clear my throat of any lingering taste of tequila, “It’s not weird, at best it’s weirdly poi

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to run away from all his princely duties. He wasn't a man of war or politics, he had the soul of a poet, a lover and that of a loving father. He wanted true love. Richard stared at the sculpture of Hiloh resting on its plinth. Beside it was a mystical fountain which was the garden's source of beauty. Richard moves towards it staring at the waters at it's base. He could see his reflection his natural self, all was perfect except his crown and his too luxurious robe. He disturbs the water with his left hand causing ripples. He observes how the ripples travel around the water. This gave him his hundredth definition of love. "A touch, thousand of uniform ripples

He suddenly snapped and I jolted up from my position before speaking. “A-Adriana R-Reed-” I almost whimpered, blinking away my tears and trying my very best to swallow the lump in my throat. “Adriana Reed.” He started, taking a step back and slipping his hands into his pockets in a calmly manner. No, please no. “You’re the last one chosen.” He finished and my heart dropped at his words. xxx My first time publishing this story on GoodNovel! I hope you guys enjoy it and don’t be shy to leave a feedback please! Much Love, Kathy