Love Reads Novels & Stories

name by the way I don't care Jordan told me they are to wed this Winter break And I couldn't care less I got to the stage and started the formation choreo I really took on that Beyonce power and I felt it I really miss sexy dancing I don't think Principal Linton was comfortable with the seducing act of ours But we didn't care less My eyes got locked with that of Mason His lustful eyes told me everything I needed to know I heard he and Stacy broke up a week ago He's probably hungry for some Zuri magic

"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.

And as the city disappeared behind us, one thing was certain: Whatever came next, there was no going back to who we were before. The truth is, the moment you met John, I knew. I saw it before you ever spoke his name with longing. I saw it in your eyes—the way they softened, the way the world seemed to quiet when he entered the room. You can deny it if you want, but a mother always knows. Love leaves fingerprints everywhere. It lives in the gentle curve of your smile, in the way your voice lowers when you speak to him, in how you stand just a little closer to his side than anyone else.

Bowie POV My eyes shot open. The water was still falling around us, steam curling through the air, and Wesley was looking at me like he had just handed me the most fragile part of himself. "Wesley." His name came out barely a whisper. "I love you, Bowie." He said it again, stronger this time, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. “I have been trying to say it for weeks. I couldn't… I didn't know how. But I love you. I'm in love with you."

I step out of the car and approach slowly, fingers tracing the engraved letters: “Olivia Kingsley, beloved daughter, wife and mother, always in our hearts.” I kneel, resting my hands on the cool stone. A bouquet of fresh lilies, her favorite, rests against the base. I had picked them up on the way here, the soft fragrance a small comfort amidst the storm in my chest.

His love. And nothing else.

And I don't think it's a problem, everyone must be sleeping right now so we have enough time to love each other. I pulled down her kilt, opening her breast area she wasn't wearing a bra that's a good thing, and to be honest, they are looking huge than the last time we had in the shower but last time I haven't taken her completely and I won't leave a single opportunity to fuck/love her hard this time.

He whispered, cupping Justine's tear stained face. He stared at him for a long time, heart aching to see someone so precious as Justine breaking down in front of his eyes. "You know what's your only fault?" He wiped his tears as he smiled at him. "Your only fault is loving someone so much...someone who doesn't deserve your love." Bob was crying as he smiled at the brunet. "But even that isn't something you should be sorry about." Bob wiped the tears on Justine's eyes. "Because loving is never wrong." He placed a kiss on Justine's forehead, cradling him close to him.

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

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