Novel & Cerita Love On Hold Bl

she said, rolling her eyes playfully. He blushed deeply and nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I guess I do." "I get it," she said. "I'm pretty awesome." He laughed. "Give me your phone," she said, holding out her hand. He smiled and unlocked it. He'd have given her his left hand if she'd asked for it. She clicked a few buttons and then started entering her information. He looked at it and smiled. It said Jessie "Dreamgirl" for the contact name.

Carter loves me too much to divorce me. Misty spoke to herself as she dialed his number. Her racing heart calmed down when she heard the connecting tone on her phone. She even felt rather exasperated. Why would Carter emulate her, running away from home? Not only that, Carter didn't nail the whole thing. He should have blocked her on the phone as well! Her smile froze when she heard the busy tone. Carter had deliberately hung up on her. She redialed, only to realize he had blocked her number.

“Go somewhere better. Start fresh.” I smiled. “And what, live in a little house with a white picket fence?” “If that’s what you want.” I laughed. “You? In a house like that?” He smirked. “If it means waking up next to you every morning, I’d live anywhere.” My heart ached in the best way. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you, Damian Moretti.” His grip on my hand tightened. “I love you more, Elena Carter.” I believed him. I believed we had forever.

“‘You’re on the air with Dr. Lovejoy. Let’s find the spark in your relationship.’” Her eyes flew wide as Rowena leaped to her feet, standing uselessly in the center of her living room. His voice slid down her spine, not from her strategically placed speakers, but from the phone pressed tightly to her ear. Rowena’s hand flexed around the curved plastic in a bid to hold on to something tight. She certainly didn’t have hold of her sanity at the moment.

A new message appeared. “You still love him.” A second message followed almost immediately. ‘The frightening part is that Adrian Vale still loves you too.’ And this time, attached beneath the text was a photograph taken less than ten minutes ago. Of Adrian. Holding her gold earring in his hand as his eyes watered slightly... like he hadn't let go

I was done with this game and I didn't want him to bother me. If this was a bondage, I would free him from it. He broke my heart into pieces and gave me every reason not to believe in love. Maybe not through love, but I promise to pay him back in hundredfold and wish him a miserable lovelife. I picked up my phone and dialed a number, exhaling deeply as soon as the person picked. “Hello…” I trailed off. “Leena? It's been ages since you called. Hope all is well?” He sounded surprise over the phone and a cold smirk rested on my cheek.

The black screen lit up. Unknown number. My eyebrows pulled together. Why would an unknown number call me this early? I hesitated for a moment before answering. "Hello?” I frowned. "Who is this?" There was no response on the other end. I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at the screen. Still connected. "Hello.” Nothing. I was about to hang up when a low voice finally drifted through the speaker. "It's been a long time, my love." The moment I heard those words, everything inside me went still.

The sound is hollow, bitter. “Can you just hold for a second?” he says abruptly, and before I can respond, the line goes silent. He actually put me on hold. For her. Here’s a more intense and detailed version of that part: Tch! A sharp click of my tongue echoed in the still night air as a wave of revulsion crawled beneath my skin. My grip on the phone tightened, my fingers itching to throw the damn thing across the lawn. He actually left me on hold. For her.

CARA'S POV The message came when I was on my way back from one of my shifts. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and when I pulled it out, I saw an unfamiliar number. “Use the card. Change your wardrobe. I don't need my future wife looking like she got her clothes from a thrift store. You need to be presentable when going out with me. The pin is 0000 —Damien.” I blinked at the screen, reading the words again, astounded at his level of audacity.

Power asked, already knowing the answer would come only after Love broke or transcended. In her crystal prison, Love whispered names she could speak but not feel: "Kieran. Dimitri." The isolation lottery had begun with its worst possible winner. Or perhaps, its most necessary one.