Love Notes By Ellen Tracy Novels & Stories

Gavin replied with a shrug. Leila finally found her voice. “You love me?” Gavin stepped closer to her, knelt in front of her chair like they were the only two people in the room. “Yes. I love you. And I do not care what it costs me.” It was ridiculous. It was the kind of scene that belonged in a badly written romantic movie but God help her, she was melting. Right then, she forgot all about Adele and the baby and their messed up life and all she could think of was Gavin Hasters proclaiming his love for her.

She knew it was too late to hate him; he had sneaked under her skin like a thief and had stolen her heart. “What were you expecting, for him to confess his undying love and accept you with open arms?” Ellen asked herself as she stared out her window, the pain of loss heavy in her heart. “He obviously is still in love with Sandra; how did I never notice that?” Ellen muttered as she mentally cursed at herself for letting Leo steal her heart. “He owes me no explanation; he definitely didn’t tell me to fall for him.” Ellen said to herself as she sat up on the bed.

Her words are a raw spilling of her heart, a rare crack in her usually tough exterior. I set my mug down, the clink of ceramic against wood sounding loud in the sudden quiet between us. My gaze softens. “Apparently,” I say, the words slow and deliberate, “love isn’t about who met who first, Trina.” It’s a hard truth, one I’m learning the painful way myself.

For another man. Her father may not be the bestest husband in the planet, but she knew that her father loved her mother dearly. Na kahit pa sa huling hininga nito ay hinahanap-hanap pa rin nito ang ina niya. She had asked her father how and why he still loved her mother that way. His answer baffled her. He said it was because he promised to love her mother until the day he dies. She honestly thought it was bullshit. How can you love someone who was unfaithful to you? Worse, how can you love someone who was not in love with you? "It's happening in a month. And I want you to walk me down the aisle," patuloy nito habang patuloy na nakatuon ang atensiyon nito sa pagkain nito.

My mother cradled my face in her hands, " Oh, honey. That woman has been maintaining a safe distance from you all evening and acting weird even though she was pleasant to us all. It's obvious her heart belongs to another man," We were looking at Love now. She was talking to Didi and Noona. " Let me guess. Her heart belongs to an alpha whose name starts with an E and ends with an S?" she drawled. I felt a strange sensation course through me. With a grimace on my face, I stared at Mother. " I want her. I want to marry her," " I know," she sighed. I knew Love's heart belonged to Ellis Carter, but I wanted her now more than ever.

How was it possible for one person to upend my entire world with just a simple touch? Trent's husky murmur echoed through my thoughts - "I've always loved you, Ella." The words unlocked something deep within me, laying bare the truth I had fought so hard to deny for far too long. I was in love with him, irrevocably and overwhelmingly in love, and now there was no going back. I was so engrossed in revisiting every heated second, every whisper of breath and slide of hands, that I didn't hear the approaching footsteps or the voice calling my name until a large hand landed on my shoulder and shook me.

But those words and actions of his haunted me in the midnight hours, causing me to toss and turn in self-inflicted agony. Now, I finally see things clearly. Whether it's me or Jemma, he probably never truly loved either of us. His true love is only for himself and that never-ending craving for something new. I took out the divorce papers and gave Zac a little smile. "Let's get a divorce, Zac." His eyes stayed fixed on those divorce papers as I handed him the pen. "Sign it." His hand shook when he took the pen, and his voice sounded rough, "Samantha, you're being really cruel."

To those finding true love: true love,is always understanding,it patient,it stays,it shares your pains and joy And in the last line of the book, she wrote: Love, the kind that stays, isn’t loud. It’s steady. It lingers. Like a whisper at the edge of sleep. Like hope. Like home. it every thing that will ever complete you THE END Dear Readers, please drop Your comment for the review of this book.... and get ready for my next book.. thank you!!!

She placed a small notebook at the base of the headstone. Inside were pages of her,her pain, her joy, their memories. A legacy. A goodbye. A start. As she walked away, the wind picked up again. And somewhere, in the silence between her footsteps, she swore she heard him say her name. Soft. Warm. Home. End of chapter 10 End of when love lies.

"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.