Novel & Cerita Love Syndrome Novel

"Please don't leave us, Sis." Lorrie pulled him tightly into her arms, burying her face in his hair. She hated herself for actually considering it. She hated her father for breaking them. She hated fate for trapping her. But most of all, she hated Lorenzo Dimitri. Because somehow, without ever setting eyes on her, he had already won. The next morning, the storm had passed, leaving behind a gray, overcast sky. A sleek, pristine black Rolls-Royce pulled up to the curb, idling silently in front of the rundown Elmundo residence.

Did her mother made a mistake in judging her. After all the money finished, her lover was already sick of her. He called her selfish and a brat before he left her alone as she was too clingy and would treat him like a servant. So, she came back and found out about Felix's marriage. Now she realized her mistake. Felix was filthy rich and she could spend as much as she wanted without any worry and Felix was a gentleman. She could just ignore the scar on his face and could get her lover back too. Her mother was also the one who further pushed her in this direction. She told her that Sunnyw as a stupid girl and if she wanted, she could get rid of Sunny and marry Felix again.

Feelings that I don't want to grow or live for long. "The manor is good," I commented, driving my thoughts away. "You think so? Can we start our honeymoon, then? I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "Stop it, Calix. I thought we won't be having real honeymoon?" "We already had slept together, so what is the big deal? Let's just enjoy this marriage while it lasts," he whispered as his hands crawled to my waist then to the ribbons of my waist. I gasped when I felt his warm lips on my bare shoulder. "You know what, I think I'm addicted to you, Loraine. I love your scent… I love kissing you… I love touching you…"

“And the full Nightshade family is in danger after that, they cleanse him of you.” Execution. “There's no possibility of you winning this,” Elias' voice goes soft. “You can only choose the version of loss where one person is safe.” He steps closer, “you think love is stable.” I don’t respond. “It is not, it's destabilizing and rough.” His voice becomes gravelly and hoarse as he stares at me dead in the eyes. “ you think you can withstand the heat, you cannot. Not without burning everything to the ground.” My jaw tightens.

Funny… Out of everyone in my life… James had been the most real. And if my memory served me right… in my first life, he had attempted suicide. His fiance had left him, taken everything they built together… and disappeared. And I never knew he was gay. I don't even know that much about him. A soft sigh slipped past my lips. “What is it, Lora?” he asked quickly. “You don’t like the concept for the new Chanel dress?” “Oh..no, no. It’s not that,” I said, snapping back.

“Why am I here? What do you want from me? I was with someone in the bar. Is he here too? Are you holding him too? I’m losing circulation in my hands.” Heloise had all she could do to refrain from giggling with delight over her former lover’s distress. It gave her intense satisfaction to see him suffer, even if it wasn’t the type of suffering she felt he should be experiencing. It was at least suffering and a prelude to the emotional turmoil that awaited him and his mousy little lover girl. It was bad enough to discover that he’d been bonded to the next ruler of shadow land without learning that he was happily in love with her. It was just too unfair.

I tried holding myself back from approaching her so I wouldn't anger her further, but the last bit of that restraint shattered when I saw Liam trying to kiss her this night. > Yas was still staring at me. Her arms crossed tight over her chest, her knuckles turning white where she gripped her own elbows. She looked smaller than I remembered and the shadows under her eyes told me she hadn't been sleeping well either. "Say it again," she finally whispered. I stepped closer, slowly and carefully, making sure I don’t ruin this moment. "I love you, Yas." My voice cracked on her name… "I have been trying to tell you for days. I have been losing my mind trying to get you to just… just look at me, ju

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

She didn’t want to believe that he never loved her, that was a fat lie and he knew it too. Paula was moved by her daughter’s tears. She has endured a lot all because she chose to pursue an impossible love. Just as she was about to change her mind, the door to the room opened, revealing Amy’s dad. He had a bouquet of pink roses with him, which he placed on Amy’s lap before giving her forehead a kiss.

Even though his touch was cold and light, she still felt a hint of erotic warmth deep in her core. “I’m so sorry this happened, my love,” Nick began. “I should have known better. I haven’t been thinking straight since you got here.” “I’m so confused,” Alison said as she sat on the bed and placed her hand on Nick’s still body’s chest. Vanessa was right, he did feel cooler. “Ever since I got here, you’ve done nothing, but confuse me. You teased me with kisses and foreplay and then told me you didn’t sleep with virgins, only to do that exact thing a few days later while declaring you loved me. None of this makes sense. We only met six days ago. How can you say you love me?”