Love You Handsome Novels & Stories

The woman before him looked so pitiful, so fragile, that even a harsh word might break her. "No matter how much you like it, you have to stay by my side. Seeing you love but unable to have, do you know how happy that makes me?" He stood up, casually shoving his hands into his pockets. His tall, lean figure stood straight, exuding a wild arrogance that screamed, "Torturing you is my pleasure." "Scarlett, you want to run away with your lover? That's never going to happen in this lifetime." Scarlett looked at him, "What good does it do you to keep me around?"

The music is very beautiful and gentle, but it makes her more helpless and tired, a marriage is not voluntary, not love, but only forced. Dominic Barker reached out to take Violet Taylor, in front of all the guests he did not hesitate to directly show his affection, he kissed the back of her hand through the white lace gloves she could feel the lips he touches. But because she couldn't embarrass him and her family, she didn't pull her hand back. Dominic Barker looked at Violet for a long time and then said softly, "You're beautiful, honey." This man's voice carried affection and joy towards his beautiful bride.

Lucy let him sit and sit beside him feeding him with her own hands. “What makes you so happy?” Gatlin asked after taking one bite, “well, today I saw you on T.V you look too handsome” Lucy said and caress Gatlin’s face with her little rough hands, “you always think I am handsome” Gatlin said this is not the first time Lucy praising him for good looks from small to large he is hearing that from her mouth.

My hands gripping the side of his hips hard enough to bruise, while his hands grabbed my breast and his thumb pressed against my nipples. "Look at me," he groaned and i twisted my head around to look at him, a strained moan escaping my lips. His eyes were dark and blown wide, and he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing. "I love you," I moaned, laughing and crying at once. "I love you, Wesley. And he doesn't get to have this. He doesn't get to have any of this." "No." His voice cracked. "He doesn't. Fuck! Bowie-“

I stared at it. Twenty bucks, he’d said. Under it sat a note scrawled in sharp, aggressive handwriting. I picked it up. To my wife. You're going to have to miss my homemade delicacies today. Your husband is busy. Let me treat you to something expensive instead. Here is a fifty-dollar bill. "Liar," I muttered, picking up the cash. But a smile erupted on its own as I read the note again. How cute, I thought. For being this cute, I decided I could let the twenty-dollar lie slide.

I kissed his hands then laced our fingers together before connecting our lips in a slow gentle kiss as I lower us back in bed and began devouring every inch of his mouth and causing a moan to slip out his lips and into mine. I love how I love to make him moan and squirm in my arms. Ryder is a perfect lover. I have no doubt he is also going to be a perfect partner too. He is gentle, thoughtful and considerate and above all, he doesn't see himself as the superstar and me, well, I'm just the assistant captain and even though I don't have girls screaming my name or gracing the cover of magazines, he is still my biggest fan and I love him. I love him enough to want to spend the rest of my life wi

The romantic drama on TV had ended, so I switched to an emotional talk show. The male lead was sobbing, while the female lead walked away without looking back. I murmured, “A love that comes too late is worth less than dirt.” I turned to look at Hendrick, who was standing in the doorway, drenched and silent. He was soaked, holding a bag of cold chicken noodle soup. His camel-colored coat had darkened with water, clinging to him awkwardly. He looked nothing like himself. “Why didn’t you call me when you were discharged?” Hendrick asked, his voice tense.

"You're a very handsome man sir and Pamela is exceptionally pretty. Your genes are so perfect and this is the result of your good genes. Even his siblings are super handsome. They're like you. A bloodline of handsomeness runs through your veins.." Romeo complimented. "Thank you"Louis appreciated it and wanted to call Pamela. He can't remember what he used to save her contact. He'd searched for Pamela on his phone and couldn't find it. He asked Romeo to call the first few numbers and he hadn't gone halfway when the word "Honey" popped up. He dialled it and her picture was displayed. She looked beautiful with a bright megawatt smile on her face. His eyes were on the picture and he agreed withi

Looking away, Hardin poked his cheek with his tongue, grabbing Sia's attention again. Turning his head back, a devilish grin took over his Godly handsome face, “ I LOVE YOU! ” “ WHAT? ” Sia screamed out and leaned away with her eyes going wide.

I opened my mouth, ready to outbid him anyway, but Marco grabbed my arm. “You can’t be serious,” he whispered harshly. “That’s madness. You don’t even know her.” He was right. And a second later, the hammer fell. “Sold!” The curtains closed as applause filled the hall. Hugo leaned toward me with a victorious grin. “As always, my friend… I win.” “I can see that,” I said coldly. “Can we talk business now?” He sat down, relaxed. “Briefly. I can’t wait to enjoy my prize.”