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A nice, romantic, long night. They were that kind of lovers, after all. ----- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

he smiles. He’s such a gentleman, and he’s amazing for Skyla. Their love story was tumultuous, but in the end, they defied all odds and are happy. “I'm well thank you,” I respond with a smile that he returns. “Good to hear. Leo.” He nods at Leo, who nods back, and I realise that even Leo and Azura’s love story was rough… At that moment, as I watch the couples before me I realise that this is no big deal.

It was late at night when Jonathan and Diana got out of the Gaddi. In silence, the two walked back to the hospital. The street was deserted and it seemed natural that they walked arm in arm and slowly. The night was beautiful and pleasant and so they could appreciate it better. In fact, that night seemed made for love. Jonathan's nearness began to exert a strange attraction on Diana... who wanted to get closer but steadfastly resisted. However, as they walked, his arm brushing against hers, their bodies very close, the desire increased and a climate was created between them that suddenly, out of the blue, he stopped and tightened Diana in his arms. With unexpected tenderness, he began to kis

Natalia had tears streaming down her face from his heartfelt speech. "I feel the same way. I love you too." She tried pulling him to her to kiss him, but he stopped her. "I'm not done." He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little box. When he opened it, she gasped. There was a beautiful princess-cut diamond in a platinum setting. She looked at Hayden with wide eyes as he smiled at her. "Will you marry me?"

A gentle breeze caused the leaves to dance in the sky, closing the story of “Loving The Mad King” ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "Loving The Mad King" on W e b t o on app.

she whispered, her voice choked with emotion, "a thousand times yes." He slipped the ring onto her finger, a symbol of their love, a promise of a future filled with happiness and adventure. As they embraced, the city lights twinkling around them, Hazel knew that this was just the beginning of their story, a story that would unfold like a beautiful tapestry, woven with threads of love, laughter, and a shared passion for life. Their love story, born from a chance encounter in a library, had blossomed into something extraordinary, a testament to the power of fate and the magic that can be found in the most unexpected places.

I pleaded as my hands caressed down her hair romantically. “You weren't expecting me?” she asked, frowning a little bit. I knew prolonging the conversation would result in another disagreement. Before she could continue her nagging, I leaned close to her, my lips sucking in the words from her mouth. “I love you,” I whispered, my eyes piercing into hers. I could see the smile tugging by the side of her lips. The knocking on the door disrupted our romantic atmosphere. “Who is it?” I asked, with a hint of frustration in my voice.

I laughed, “But somewhere along the way…” His eyes softened. “Yeah?” I threaded my fingers through his. “It became love too.” His face spread into a smile that reached his eyes, then he lifted our joined hands and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. The gesture was so simple and yet, so tender. “I can live with that,” he murmured. I smiled. “So can I.” And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

But once it did, I found myself chortling. “What? No! How did…” But the rest of my words died down in my throat at the soft feel of her lips against my cheek, the clicking sound of the phone following almost immediately. I found her staring at me through a smug grin, holding the phone up to me. “Told you it can’t be that bad.” And surprisingly, I found myself agreeing with her as I stared at the screen. It really wasn't bad – it wasn’t bad at all! “What caption do you think I should use? Think of something cute, but not cheesy. Something unique.” “How about ‘brave hearts?’” I offered. “How about no,” she answered 'sweetly,' to which I just chuckled. “Hey, it’s not that bad you know.” “Brave