Love Notes By Ellen Tracy Novels & Stories

The auction began, and the room shifted into an air of quiet anticipation as everyone took their seats. Cassidy and her Lance were seated directly across from us. Lance, clearly smitten by her syrupy charms, gleefully bid on a series of trinkets to please her. Each item he won added a smug flicker to her gaze, one she aimed squarely at me as though to say, Look at this. What's your husband done for you? Trevor, for his part, hadn't placed a single bid. Not that it mattered. I caught the fleeting glance Cassidy sent my way, a spark of triumph in her eyes, before she turned to nestle herself smugly into Lance's chest.

She looks so fragile in that moment. So this is what he likes? My eyes snap to hers. The look in her eyes says otherwise. Love? “I’m not sure you’re capable of that, Sharon,” I say. “You only know how to love yourself.” Silence settles between us. Cold. Final. “We’re over,” I say, pulling the ring off my finger and throwing it at him. I pick up my purse. My luggage. And walk toward the door. “You’re unlovable, Anastasia,” Tristian says behind me. “Men don’t like women like you.”

At least now I know why they looked familiar, they were the people in the drawings on Hunter's bedside table. " It's nice to meet you Mrs McConnell. Love." I tried to sound cheerful but I failed woefully. " It's nice to meet you too hunny. I've heard so much about you from my husband. In due time, we do need to have a little chat" Mrs McConnell said, then added a wink as we shook hands. Another talk? " Hey, you're my brother's secretary right?" Love asked as she extended her own hand for a shake. " Yeah" I replied as I shook back.

She looked outside the window the entire time she narrated it. I could see the sorrow in Tracy's eyes. "What was it?" I asked. She moves her head to me. "I'm not allowed to tell. I'm sorry." "Is it related to Catherine?" I asked. Her eyes widened. "How'd you know her?" "Well... he mentioned her name when he was drunk that first night I got in WSU." She nods. "Who is she?" I asked. "Nick's first love." Ouch. "The only woman he loves and will love, as what he always tells me." She added.

After the birthday party was over, while our guests were saying their final goodbye here and there, I briskly walked out of the hall and into our bedroom, to check if everything was in place. The room was dimly lit with candles scattered around the floor as its source of illumination. The smell of the roses enveloped the room, creating a romantic atmosphere. I put on a piece of slow but soft-flowing music. “All I need is your love tonight,” I sang, alongside the music playing in the background. I paced back and forth, staring at the huge clock at intervals. “Why the fuck is she not here?” I asked, growing impatient. In less than a second, the door creaked open.

Five years of waking up next to the man who once offered me money to stay and now wakes me with whispered thank-yous for choosing him back. When the story ends and the kids beg for one more, Rory looks straight at me. “This part is for grown-ups,” she announces. Then she recites from memory the vow we taught her: “Love isn’t a contract with an end date. Love is choosing the hard thing every single day. Love is burning the world down if you have to, just to keep your people warm.” The yard goes quiet. Even the kids feel it. Killian’s arms tighten around me so hard I can’t breathe for a second.

She started excitedly, ticking one question after the other in her mind. "Probably," he shrugged. "We usually tend to give everything for the person we love," he stopped as she looked at her with a smile. "But of course, not entirely to the point where you won't have anything left." Suddenly, color seemed to drain from her face and the excitement rushing through her bloodstream popped like a bubble that ceased to exist. And as if seeing through her, his smile slowly vanished as he looked at her with narrowing eyes, "Love is giving everything you can offer, not giving everything you have. You can't empty yourself to fill someone else's holes because you'll surely lose yourself when you do tha

loved but she was missing Lorcan at that moment that she wanted to rush to him. "We love you, Luna" Elysian snapped her head up, gasping softly when she heard Taylor said that. Something inside her burst, happiness and love, she was touched by his word. They love me... She said softly in her mind. A small smile slowly made its ways on her face. Others started smiling too, seeing their Luna had gained trust in them, even Lorcan's mother was smiling beside her while admiring her with adoration. Everyone could see the love in Elysian's eyes for Lorcan even Adrian could sense it, it was very clear, very obvious. Her eyes sparkled every time they called Lorcan's name as if he was her own world, n

OLIVER Touching Ellen and bringing her to her climax was a pleasure I would not mind repeating over and over again. I loved the way her body reacted to my touch, I loved the way she called my name, making me almost come without even doing anything yet. I love the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head whenever I touched her, I loved the way she yearned for me, the way she craved me. The noises she made; soft little cries, breathless gasps, heavy throaty moans always blew me off my mind and made me break out of the confines of sanity. She made it look like I was the only one who could make her this way.

"That's where we always take it. Either in the ass or in the mouth of a bottle to drown the sorrows.” "You need to learn to love each other," said Ellen, wiping the edge of her dirty glass with red lipstick. His hair was loose that night, and the smooth and thin strands curled around the collar of his dress shirt. "People, no one dies for lack of a man. I got married twice, I have three children, a grandson, and forty years on my back... Do you really think he's a man who will stop me from conquering the world? Most of them are no good. For God's sake! The time you spend lamenting could be having sex with several without getting attached. But, of course, use a condom.”