Love On Hold Bl Novels & Stories

This was the burner I’d bought at a bodega last night. Incoming Call: DAVE (AGENT) I exhaled. Here we go. "Hello, Dave." "Sienna!" Dave’s voice exploded in my ear. He sounded like he was hyperventilating. "Thank God! I've been calling for twelve hours! I got insider news saying you had a psychotic break! They're saying you joined a cult in upstate New York!" I laughed. A dry, sharp sound. "A cult? That's creative. Did Bianca come up with that one?"

She ended the call. Damian listened to the beeping tone of the disconnected call. His hands were shaking. He closed his eyes and leaned against the back of his chair, and tried to calm down. Bella slipped her phone back into her pocket and walked through the gates without looking back. The second some other woman had waltzed into their relationship, she'd known the truth—the boy who'd once loved her with wildfire intensity was gone forever. Right now, she just wanted to leave all of this behind and start over elsewhere.

I refused to let William's driver pick me up. Instead, I just stared at the door, hoping to see William walking in anytime soon. Yet, he never bothered looking for me that night. Only when the sun rose did I receive a notification from an entertainment tabloid on my phone. It read, "#Rich scion William Blackburn spotted on vacation with his lover." In the video, William and Elaine were seen holding hands together as they took a romantic stroll along the beach. The love he had for her was practically written in his eyes.

Love. Love. Love.

“It wasn’t accurate for me when I borrowed it.” The Sunday was very quiet around me. The coffee had gone slightly cold. I didn’t drink it. “I loved you,” I said. Because it was true and had always been true and the ending of something didn’t revise its history. “I know.” Her voice was warm. “I loved you too. I still do, in the specific way you love something that was real and is now something else. That doesn’t go away.” A pause. “But I’ve been holding onto it past the point where holding on was honest and I think you have too and I think we both knew that before either of us said it.”

"Ahuh. Yes. Mhm. Yes. Yes. Yes, that would be great. And you say she's ready now? Excellent." "Ms. Loveless!" Juge Hopper gaped, nearly purple with rage. Even Kensington was looking at Ms. Loveless incredulously. After a few minutes of "yes," "no," "mhm," and "okay," Ms. Loveless finally ended the call. She looked around the courtroom as though she hadn't been completely aware of her disruption. "Oh, I'm sorry, were you waiting for me?" "MS. LOVELESS, I am HOLDING YOU IN CONTEMPT OF COURT!" Judge Hopper shouted at the top of his lungs.

"We can't carry on like this." "I know," he sighed, "but I can't just drop everything and leave. You know that." His hand reached up to my cheek and wiped away the stray tears which were beginning to make themselves at home there. To anyone on the outside, this situation would appear normal. A loved-up couple, spending the weekend away in a hotel room together, pretending that the rest of the world didn't exist until it came time to return to that world. This situation, however, was as far away from normal as you got.

My lips were of dark purple colour. My phone rang. It was Blake calling. I received the call... Blake: hey, love. Me:hey. Blake: baby, did the show start yet? Me: no. Blake:try not to fall on your clumsy ass. Me: Blake Parker, do you want me to murder you? Blake:i was just kidding, love. Me: I am getting done with my make up. I will text you when i am done with it . I love you. Blake:i love you more. Best of luck. We will talk later. Bye, princess.

“Benedict, after everything you’ve just said, you still won’t admit it? “You’re in love with Sansa. “Even though Grandpa arranged it… even though you see her as vain and clingy… even though you think today’s engagement party was a trap to force you into marrying her… even though you claim she’s the last person you could ever want… “You still love her.” Benedict loosened his fist in silence, looking like a prisoner who had been sentenced to death. He hung his head for a long moment before finally admitting, “Yes, I’m in love with Sansa. Hopelessly, desperately in love. So I’m begging you—let her go.”

Until three years ago, during an argument, I demanded he choose between me and Ava. In response, he had his men lock me in my rooms and take away my phone. That winter, locked in the estate's basement, I nearly broke. In the end, I gave in and begged for mercy. There was a time we were truly in love. When we were younger, he even took a bullet for me, fired by a rival family. Whatever love we'd had was gone. It was time to make a clean break. Without any hesitation, I answered the voice on the other end of the phone. "I'm sure."