Love On Hold Bl Novels & Stories

He gestured me to stay silent as we heard Andrew shrugs over the phone. "Okay, so you want to hear love conversation between the couple? No problem" He says, we hear him giving kiss through the phone, I can't help but laughed, "Elie, you know how much I am missing you? your hands and kisses trailing down my body and the way you sucked my-" Marcus cuts him off, and no doubt that a slight of heat cross over my cheeks, "Fine, I understand how much you miss her" He hands me the phone as he wanders back in the house giving us some space.

He shook his head, doubting that the person at the door would be Kris. "Hold on, I need to see who is knocking on my door" he said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The phone line was still on, when Allen walked to the door. He opened it to see Kris standing there. "You've got to be kidding me" he said, ending the call. Allen put the phone back in his pocket, and fixed his eyes on Kris. She hasn't changed a bit. She still looked like she was, the first day he had met her. Allen couldn't deny that he still felt something for her, but it was not love. It was pity, Maybe? or was it hate? Was it because their relationship didn't end with any of them ending it properly?

I take a deep breath then finally call him back. "Hello," he says answering on the second ring. "Hey," I say exhaling. "Hold on," he says and ends the call. I look at the phone a bit confused and before I can think anything more about it he sends me a call through video chat. "Hello," I say looking into the phone skeptical. "Babyyyy! We won, we won," he says smiling handsomely into the phone with a towel draped over his head and a naked chest. "I know, I saw it! You played beautifully honey," I say to him smiling letting his happiness sweep me away.

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

“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.”

She began to thrust faster than before, I could feel it coiling tight, the pressure mounting with every movement of her mouth. “Fuck!!” But just as the sensation began to grow within me, a sharp ring cut through the air. I stopped Nina, before taking a short breath. And then, I frowned, reaching for my phone. It was an Unknown Number “Damien Sinclair,” I answered curtly. The voice on the other end came in a bit sharp, almost nervous. “Sir, this is Dr. Holden, from St. Regis Medical.” I straightened immediately. “Yes. What is it?”

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.

Verosha thanked her and once again, they leave the office to finish her remaining jobs for the afternoon. Meanwhile, on the other hand, after the call has ended, Lium almost dropped his phone to what he just heard. Then she turned to look over Ms. Choi and some of the servants with him when he made that call. “Did I hear her right? She said she loves me too?” Lium was in a daze since he couldn’t believe that Verosha would tell him that.

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.