Love Notes By Ellen Tracy Novels & Stories

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.”

“Now, I finally understand what my mom used to say about the love she and Dad shared. I admired it all my life… and now, I get to experience it myself.” I sighed, overwhelmed. “I never thought this would happen to me. I was so ready to leave this world, carrying only pain and sorrow. But God is so good. He gave me the chance to be with you.” Then, almost in a whisper, I added, “Honestly, I had no reason to marry you. What for, when I already knew how my story would end? And yet, here I am, Mrs. Colleen McLahlin. Learning to love with my whole heart.” I smiled and pinched his cheek, unable to resist. He smiled too, looking devastatingly handsome in that moment, and I couldn’t help but playful

In the place I'd spent years pretending didn't exist. "I know." I whispered. "You don't owe me forgiveness." She shook her head. "This isn't about forgiveness." "It's about trust." I frowned through my tears. She smiled sadly. "Love is easy." I looked at her. "Trust is earned." "I loved you through every miscarriage." "I loved you through every lonely night." "I loved you when you forgot me." She paused. "But eventually..." "I stopped trusting that loving you meant I would be loved back." The room fell silent.

"Even his own parents don’t know and have to ask a neighbor. You two really did a great job as parents. Forget it. For Silas’s sake, I won’t bother arguing with you." I stared in disbelief at the clothes, toys, and gifts piled around me. With all of them beside me, I didn’t look quite so ugly anymore. "Will you forgive them?" Snowy asked, licking its paw. "You spent your entire life drawing lots. Wasn’t it all just to get their love? These things represent love. You’ve gotten it now." Alas, I was already dead. What was the point of getting it now? "I want to go find Grandma," I said.

The promise was theirs. Later, lying beside him, Lydia thought about how far they had come—from obligation to choice, from silence to truth. Love, she realized, wasn’t about grand gestures or approval. It was about the quiet promises you kept—especially when no one else was watching. And this one, she knew, would endure.

I chuckled bitterly, “I didn’t throw hands on that bitch Trina after she kissed you, did I?” He ran his hands over his face, “If you would just let me explain Yas, just listen to me please.” “I sent you tons of messages, explaining myself. You deleted them all, didn't you? You didn't even read them." I crossed my arms, my jaw tight. "I didn't need to read them." "Of course you did! If you had just read them, you would have known!” He yelled again, pacing around. “Known what?” “That I fucking love you!”

“That’s the word.” “What changed?” I thought about that. “He did,” I said. “But more importantly I did.” That night, I wrote in my journal for the first time in months. Love isn’t about holding on until your hands ache. It’s about trusting that what’s meant for you won’t vanish when you loosen your grip. I closed the book feeling lighter. Later, Noah called. “I got your message,” he said. “The long one.” “I worried it was too much,” I admitted.

his habit to sleep in her embrace. At first, he couldn’t accept her but in return for his hatred she showered him with her love but when he is badly in need of her love she left. “I can’t stay alive like that, if I want to breathe, I need you. I’m in need of you, I can’t take this anymore.” Affliction makes Ellen’s heart clutch. He looks at the bunny and pats it’s head affectionately. “She loves you so much, you know I’m jealous of you because when she left me, she didn’t try to take anything related to me with her but you, you are the luckiest thing after money.” “I wish I were money; I wish I were this little bunny, at least I would get her love.” A painful sigh skips from his mouth, it’s

He laughed. Moments later, he felt dizzy because the bottle was half full. It sniffed and wiped away the tears. "I love you. When will you say it again and show it to me? Do you still want me here? Why are you like this? I love you, I feel like you just like me because I look like Amira. I'm sorry, I'm not going to be like her. Yes, I look like her, but it's me. I'm Ellen, she's hard to change in your heart. I'm not like her engraved in your heart. " Ely speaks while talking to the Wine Bottle. He was sitting on the kitchen floor. "Your eyes suddenly changed after you had surgery, as if you didn't want to see me anymore. It's hard to beg for love." He said again. "If only Amira and I could e