Love Notes By Ellen Tracy Novels & Stories

"She's in Paris. With him." "The one she loves?" He nods. "A photographer. Someone who sees the world differently." His smile is bittersweet. "I'm happy for her." "Really?" "Really. Because last night made me realize something - I want what she has. Someone who chose me, not my name or my money." My heart pounds. "Henry..." The door chimes. A familiar voice cuts through the coffee shop. "Well, isn't this cozy?" Beatrice Everett stands there, looking elegant and deadly. Behind her, James smirks.

"I didn't know the rooms would run out so fast, babe. When I booked the room, only one suite was left. But it's fine. The suite has two bedrooms. I'll share one with Hector, and you take the other." He paused. Then, with a snicker, he continued, "If you miss me, just text me, and I'll come." I blushed at his words and pouted, silently agreeing to his suggestion. I was exhausted after the excitement. After washing up, I lay on the bed in the room Howard arranged for me. I wasn't sure if he'd prepared it in advance, but my favorite lavender scent filled the bedroom. It was really calming and could help with sleep. However, as I lay on the bed, I was wide awake. I instinctively wanted to text H

"You'd still fall for lies by other women. You only believe in what you want to see. You refuse to accept the truth. Your distrust of me was the start of our tragedies. "Sean, I'm starting anew. Please leave. I will never forgive you, but I don't hate you." The color drained from his face. "There's no hope between us. Is that right?" "Yes. Never." Sean finally accepted reality. He turned and left in slow, heavy steps, cheeks drenched in a mix of tears and rain. Winnie had no idea where he went, but he looked crestfallen, a shell of his former self. Winnie went into her house and moved the pot of sunflowers indoors. The sunflower was Catherina's favorite flower because, just like Catherina he

"Mrs.Han you don't seem to understand, that woman has been his lover for a long time, and then they got married for only three months and then broke up for an unknown reason... it's hard to move on just like that..." "Mom please understand.. it is really hard for Mr.Lee... she is his childhood sweetheart also his wife for only a short time. If I'm in his situation I can just forget everything just because you say so, it is his First Love!" "Haist!! nowadays only a few people believe in those kinds of things... It is up to you if you want to continue your life and be happy or you just want to tie yourself and have a hard life and regret forever!" ALRIGHT, LET ME TELL YOU THIS.

Trust in Love Copyright © 2020 by Linda Kage Smashwords Edition This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

After announcing it, the Professor left the class. As the Professor left, everyone became busy in talking and laughing, especially the girls. They became busy in discussing about their dress, jewelleries and also about their partners. Tina was bothering Jake with her lame questions, about what is his favourite colour, what kind of dress and jewellery she should wear, what he is going to wear blah blah blah. While Jake didn't paid any attention to her and quietly sat up from his seat and walked out of the classroom. Neha and Sophie too were busy in discussion. Ananya made a disgusted face while looking at them. By looking at her expression Vihaan laughed and Ananya glared at him. While lookin

Eleanor did not know if it was love or what, but Tristan appealed to her in a manner that no man had ever been able to. Yet, because she loved this man, she was sitting with him listening to him talking about his failed attempt at love. Tristan probably did not even know of her feelings, he was too caught up in his own feelings for Roth to care about other people’s feelings for him. Inwardly, Eleanor’s heart ached for a love so intense that Tristan had for Roth. Roth was the luckiest man alive, she decided in her heart. To have someone talk about her with so much passion in his eyes, as Tristan talked about Roth, was all that she had ever wanted.

she remarked. He chuckled. "I feel happy every day, Ashley. My first love is my work. People fall in love in different ways—some choose a person, others choose success. I don’t need a woman to complete my happiness. I’ve been happy for a long time, and I don’t need love—romantic love to change that," he emphasized. Irritated, Ashley pulled the questionnaire from the folder, crumpled it, and tossed it into the trash. It was clear that she had lost interest in talking to him.

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.

Love doesn’t always arrive the way you expect. --- It doesn’t always come with butterflies. With intensity. With the kind of overwhelming emotions that make your heart race and your thoughts blur. --- Sometimes— --- Love looks… simple. --- Too simple, even. --- And that’s what makes it hard to recognize. --- --- Tuesday afternoon carried a quiet rhythm. --- The kind that didn’t demand attention. --- The kind you could easily overlook if you weren’t paying attention. --- --- Elena was in the studio again.