Love Notes By Ellen Tracy Novels & Stories

Ellen said with a smile. “I have loved her from afar when she was dating the Alpha. I loved her, but couldn't approach her. She is my first love and sincerely when we started dating, I wanted to mark her. The day that she found her mate was the same day I planned to mark her, guess luck wasn't on my side.” Lucas replied bitterly. “I understand how it feels to be left alone by your loved ones or the person you never expect to leave you. But though this life is filled with surprises. You can never tell who will have your back the next minute.” Ellen said with a smile.

“I can’t believe I spent six years with you! I thought you knew we were never taking this forward! It was never about marriage you fool, I was only using you for your notes because you’re the top student!” W..what? I stopped in my tracks, my heart dropped. “You don’t mean that Aria tell me.. tell me you don’t mean that” “I’m sorry I really needed to boost my grade and you were hard to approach so I had to do it the long way… don’t worry I won’t lie the sex was good.” Am I hearing wrong, the love of my life just told me I mean nothing to her except her golden ticket to success. What is home, I ask myself? Is it not a person, a heartbeat, a sweet- no a terrible, disgusting person named Aria?

**Ghosts of Old Love** Lillian sat at the kitchen table, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone. The soft hum of conversation filled the house—Claire was cooking dinner, Ethan was fixing something in the living room, and Samuel was chatting excitedly about a new project at school. But Lillian wasn’t really listening. Her mind was elsewhere, stuck on the photo that had just appeared on her screen. There, smiling brightly in the picture, was Luke—her first love. And next to him, in a white dress, was the woman he was about to marry.

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This Love To forget the pain she is feeling when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her half-sister, Lumiere went to the club to get drunk and find herself. There, she met Rage Forger, a snobbish but handsome man. At first she thought she wouldn't get his attention however when she drunk danced on the dance floor, suddenly someone hugged her back she immediately felt his warm body and fragrant smell.

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.

Anonna's eyes widened, her excitement palpable. Layana's hand came up next. "Liquid copper is the main ingredient for a venussium, isn't it?" Elma nodded. Layana continued, "but one day, when I and my caste witches were snooping around we came across an ancient potions book. The instructions for the love potion said to melt in four millimeters of copper, which we did. And by then we thought it a good idea to give the potion to a man Faina fancied but I'm afraid it turned out all wrong, he became too obsessed." Layana ended.

" 'The past never dies. It only gets buried.' She wanted you to think I was still in love with her. That I'd been lying to you. That everything between us was a lie." "Was it?" "Ella." He moved around the desk, crouched in front of her chair, took her hands in his. His eyes were desperate, searching her face for something she wasn't sure she knew how to give. "Look at me." She looked. "I have never lied to you. Not about Isabella, not about my feelings, not about any of it. I love you." The words seemed to cost him, seemed to pull something raw from somewhere deep. "I love you, and I've been terrified of that since the moment I realized it. Because loving someone means trusting them. And I d

"Both of you can go inside my car. There is a substance there and if it comes in contact with water, it'll fake a heart attack and kill the person in minutes. Tracy got it. I just rushed over here to warn you. The woman I'm sure you love is about to make one or the worst decisions of her live and if you love which I'll be dammed to hell if you don't, you won't help her. You'll pull her in and tell her whatever she needs to hear to realise it's a terrible mistake. I won't testify or report. The choice is all yours in the end." "Love her? How do you know I love her?" I whipped my head to his lips. Really? That's all he got out of what I said? "How? I'm curious because I don't know I've never u

I always thought love was quiet. It wasn’t supposed to be loud like fireworks or overwhelming like waves crashing against rocks. It was the gentle kind—the warmth of a mug in your hands on a rainy morning, or the silence between two people who understand each other without speaking. That’s what I thought I had with William. Until I saw the headline. > *“CEO William Edward Presents International Supermodel Ellen Quincy with \$3.2M Diamond Set — Are They Close to Tying the Knot?”*