Love Story Authors Novels & Stories

Hi, I'm Ivy Sharon James. I'm an award-winning romance writer, praised for my ability to put the perfect love stories into words. Sadly, it's all words, my reality is far from what I write in my books. Trust me when I say my intense love stories put my marriage to Cole James to shame.

Tasha couldn't believe her eyes. She did pour her heart in it, it wasn't an ordinary novel, she had written her own love story. "But what about the ending?" Irene raised her brows, "I noticed you haven't written it yet." "Ah yes, I'm stuck there, will take sometime before I write it," Elle pursed her lips. "Will it be a happy ending?" Irene raised her brows. "At least in the book we should have one right?" Elle shrugged. "Okay, I'll wait for the ending then, but can you email me the manuscript now, I'll work on it while we wait for the ending?"

Love! A strange feeling. For some, the reason to live. For some, a painful memory. Just like the feeling when the first drop of honey touches the tip of the tongue, love can prove itself sweet. And just like bitter gourd, it can be too bitter at times. Love is really a strange thing. If it wants, it can make your heart prosperous, and if willing, it can ruin your life •••

"I'm impressed." "I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday." He said, his voice blending with the cold quiet night. "The Notebook." I smiled and nodded. "God, I love that book." "As do I." He smiled back at me. "Okay, um," I pondered. "True love stories never have endings." He thought for a while, "I don't think I know that one." "Richard Bach." I informed him. "Smart guy." He smirked. "Couldn't agree more with him."

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Love and lies (Her love story) Episode 45 After exchanging pleasantries with different CEO's and high figures Lisa didn't hesitate to leave the venue and went to the balcony to meet Liam who was waiting for her, It can be said that she didn't want to stay at that banquet even for a moment Liam saw her as he stretched out his hand while Lisa went over and hugged him “It must be very hard” He said as he touched her hair “Is not so hard just not used to things like this, and I can't wait to go home” Lisa said leaning on him as Liam hugged her waist

"You don't actually have some secret gentleman's club like they used to back in the day, do you?" The answer was clear in that lady killer smile he sent my way. I felt lust and curiosity bubble. I may be a relatively sensible girl but it would be a lie if I said that I wasn't the least bit interested in the truly mischievous world of the true charmers of the world. The scandalous stories I would occasionally read about in romance novels were intriguing and it certainly wouldn't hurt to one day have a little peek into that sultry side of the world if given the chance. Judging by the look Axel sent me, he was more than ready to introduce me to the kind of activities required of those who were

🌹Aurora 🌹 The following days were different—different in a way that sent a strange warmth curling through my chest, a slow-burning fire that I wasn’t sure I wanted to put out. Damien and I weren’t suddenly in love, nor had we solved all the problems that stood between us, but something had shifted. It started with small things.

He really didn't expect that a cold person like Raymond would like love stories. "Which countries have you read about love stories from?" asked Ara later. "From Europe, from the Middle East, from China and also from India." Wrinkles began to appear, he did not expect that there would be so many love stories from other countries. "Of all the love stories, only one has a happy ending," said Raymond. "Is it true." "Yes, only pride and perjudice ended happily while the others ended tragically." Hearing her lover's story immediately made her sadness disappear, she even asked Raymond to tell her one by one the love stories he had read.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.