Love Notes By Ellen Tracy Novels & Stories

“Lucille Parker in love? The best female athlete in school…in love?. I was surprised and I read further, it seemed like a diary of her daily confession of her feelings for the one. That was how she put it in her book, but my heart kept asking, who? My mind drifted to the question she had asked me in the closet and the moment we shared. My curiosity had the better part of me so I read through the lines still trying to know who she loved in her book, I could feel the emotions she poured into writing that book, every page had me hooked, it was about her secret love from day one and how she met others but this feeling was very different, she tagged this secret lover as ‘the one’. Every line was

"Mr. Simmons is such a romantic. If he's willing to marry this kind of woman, it must be true love." "Tsk! My family would beat me to death if I wanted to marry someone like her. Sadie is great in every way, but she's not the kind of woman you can show off in public." "Stop it! Chad must really love Sadie. Did you see her wedding gown? I heard it used to belong to the late Queen. A mysterious person bid on it in an auction. I didn't expect it to be Chad." Their whispers were loud enough for Sadie to hear everything.

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

Worry creased his face, but love warmed his eyes. He raised his hand to cup her blood-flecked cheek. When he finally met her stare, Tracy could see the laid-bare emotions that he wanted to express, but for which words were inadequate. She waited for the blinding pain of the connection, but instead just felt a warm rush fill her mind. The pain was gone. She knew her dreams would be of Mr. Hayes and no one else.

Because normal people forgot such things. Elara never had. Especially, when it concern Charlie. And perhaps that was the tragedy of loving someone quietly. You became a keeper of memories that had never belonged to you. “Elara?” Lily’s voice pulled her gently back. She looked up. “You disappeared for a moment.” Had she? Perhaps. People in love often disappeared into thoughts they had no right to visit. “I’m here.” Lily smiled and slipped her hand into hers briefly. The gesture was small and sisterly.

"That was made by my daughter in law. It is called the Recipe of Love." "Oh, I thought it's all about food," Asha said, embarrassed. "It's a recipe of the food called love. Let me read it for you." Then Ella turned her head to Ronjon. "It is also for you, young man." "Thank you," said Ronjon as he smiled courteously. Lastly, Ella smiled at Lily, who nodded with thankfulness. "The Recipe of Love To Love someone, you need: A ton of patience, A truckload of kindness,

The room remained quiet. Because they already knew where this story led. Pain. Regret. Loss. Eleanor smiled sadly. “The truth is much simpler.” Ava noticed the emotion in her voice immediately. Raw emotion. Unhidden. Perhaps because age eventually exhausted people’s ability to pretend. Interesting. Very interesting. Eleanor continued. “Love is trust.” The words settled heavily. Because after everything that happened, nobody could deny it. Not anymore. Trust. That was the missing piece all along. The thing everyone forgot.

We are all about arguing about Nelson but she says it's nothing. They were only friends and I believed her. I know Tracy won't cheat on me even though she deprived me of sex but I have this faith in her. It is not really faith but love. I fell for her, for her charms. Watching her the previous night with a wide smile on her face talking over the phone. I wished the smiles were for me. The divorce agreement settled on the dining table as Tracy walked in giggling on her phone. “Nelson, I love those pictures. They are deaddrop gorgeous” she says settling in, in one of the seats beside me.

"Everything she's accomplished today—it's all because of that love." Yuna listened carefully, then exclaimed, "And he never knew? How could Dr. Lane keep quiet for so long? If you love someone, you have to say it out loud!" "Exactly," I said. "I encouraged her to confess, but she never did. Prof. Neumann just happened to overhear our conversation, so now he knows about her feelings." I glanced at Yuna, watching her process that before teasing, "And guess what? I saw the same look in Prof. Neumann's eyes when he was looking at Dr. Lane—the same sparkle you had when you were staring at him earlier."

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.