Love Syndrome Novel Novels & Stories

Lorraine is overwhelmed with happiness. She pull out the contents of the envelope to find that it was the documents of the title of the whole island in her name. "It's mine?" "Yes! I realized that I have never given you a wedding gift." He replied. "Neither did I have given you anything." "Sweetheart you have given me more than money could buy. This is just a token of my love and loyalty to you. You are my wife you deserve much more." "I love you so much hubby." She only plan for a slight peck on his lips but Mateo has other idea he welcome her kisses and they ended up making up heavily.That they ended up staying until midday .locked in their room.

“You can’t be serious. Who told that you could work for SolTech. “ the words poured out, scaring Maya. Marc was still in bed room. “Mom.” “Don’t mom me. I told you moving to the city meant not working for SolTech.” “But mom.” “Quiet.” Lisa stood panicked. Her phone buzzed endlessly on the table. “Are you going to answer that.” In a second, everthing dawned on her. She had lost her virginity to a married man. Marc was still in her room. Her phone rang continously. Now to make matters worse her mother was in town. She found it hard to breathe.

Oriana The rain beat down around me mixing with the tears that were streaming down my face. Who was he? He was definitely not the man that I was planning to marry 3 days from now. My name is Oriana. A 23 year old nobody from Miami. I moved to England before my parents died and that’s when I met Jaime. He was also from Miami. He was the perfect guy, was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to, compassionate and kind. Before he proposed, our life together was magical. He would take me out on dates, meet me after work with flowers, showered me with gifts and generally made me feel like I was the most important person in the world a princess. After popping the question with the most

These emotions were a tangle of loss, oppression, powerlessness and greed. The pieces of the game suddenly moved and I finally realized why I had said all that while it was Carlos who accompanied me during those 3 years. It was the fundamental thorn in my heart and the essence of my love, even if that love was initially misplaced. Lucy was right. Either André's appearance in my life was fate, And his purpose had been to connect me with Carlos. This conclusion led to the emergence of a crack in the carefully guarded passion I still had 9 years ago.

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.

My vision went blank for a second, an image formed in my head before I could stop myself, his hands in her waist, her on her toes, tongues meeting, I stifled a scream. “It should have been me” I internally scream again. I let too much time pass, I should have fought harder for us, I should have. I gathered my broken heart and tear streaked face to the elevator, I knew Lorraine, before she went public, I've held her in tears, I've hugged her in pain, it's always been Matteo and Lorraine, I loved Lorraine with everything in my soul, with every inch in my body, turns out Dexter didn't need time, all he needed was a marriage certificate and fucking pizza.

Her full lips were stained with a rosy wine mark. Even someone like me, who usually has good self-control, couldn't resist. It wasn't until the knocking on the door at the entrance awakened a faint memory in me. Lorena's body froze, as if trying to remember something important that she had forgotten. "Don't go," I cursed in my mind. What kind of lousy hotel is this? Isn't it supposed to be a lovers' suite? And yet, someone is knocking on the door late at night. It's really ruining the mood.

Everything hurt, and nothing made sense. They called it a psychotic episode. I call it what it truly was. Possession. Because someone like Lloyd doesn't fall in love. He invades, infiltrates, and infects. And now? Now I sit behind padded walls, staring at the ceiling, wondering how love, or whatever that was, could end like this.

That's why Andrew didn't reply to me last night when I ask him the exact question like I thought he don't love me he was just using me from all this time. I feel like my head is shaking I was about to fall on the floor but I take the support of the table, but by mistake, I fell the vase that was on the table. Andrew noticed me, standing there, he stood up from his seat and he mumbled something before he could say any word I ran towards my room.

I’m never like this, I don’t care about others then why her? When we arrived at the cemetery, I was stunned, I didn’t expect her to come to the cemetery. Was that the reason why she was whimpering? And with the way she looked at me today, the tears and pain I saw in her eyes made me wonder if that’s how it feels when you lose someone you love. I have never loved before so I don’t know how it feels. I canceled my plans and drove back to the cemetery, I can’t leave her alone at least not when she’s all sad. When I got there, I saw her seated in front of a grave that says ‘AMELIA IAN SINCLAIR