Novel & Cerita Love Your Bones Forever

Because some loves aren’t just written in the stars. They’re written into your very bones. And mine? Mine has always, always been him.

Our love had felt solid, a bond unbreakable. But, for the sake of memories, we had still gone ahead and left our initials there. 'R and S, forever ' We had curved, then locked our kips as we sealed the moment with a deep kiss. During the three years that he had been gone, especially during winter, I would find myself there, caressing those initials, wearing a dreamy smile. That baobab theory was a lie. Our bond never lasted forever, and alongside Rhys, I hated the baobab tree for lying to me, for selling me the idea of a forever, and I also hated myself for believing in the lies too.

Only remembered. Only loved. And in that love, I live forever. The rejected moon was never broken. It was only waiting to be seen. ---

"My friend, Zoya I hope you liked the roses. It smells refreshing, isn't it? These roses are plucked from a little garden in the graveyard behind my house. How Ironic! Death and Life are in the same place." Zoya gulped as her smile faded and looked at the roses. She continues reading, "Still, my roses keep blooming every day without any fear you know why, because no matter what you have gone through, from where you have born and how much worst your past is, Love stands strong in every situation.Just like a lotus in the mud. But you know, the smell of these roses remains only for a while. Once the rose starts drying out, its smell starts fading away, its color starts changing and then one day

I would come back to him. Julian rose to his feet, swaying. He stumbled to the corner and wrapped both hands around the heavy steel pipe. He closed his eyes. All he could see was me carrying him through the rain. He clenched his jaw, raised the pipe high above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength left in his body -- straight into his own left kneecap. *CRACK.* The sickening, brittle snap of shattering bone echoed through the tiny basement. Blinding pain ripped through his entire body. His kneecap was smashed to pieces. His lower leg twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle.

Even though he knew she was not a virgin anymore, he also knew because he made love to her six months ago and because she only had sex that once he knew she will experience it as her first time and that she might feel pain. “I want to be with you forever,” Ann moaned. “Forever,” Paris said as he made love to her, wondering just how long their forever will be, feeling the universe has been against him finding love all his life. After making love, they got dressed and walked on the beach. “We should get back,” Paris said, calculating that if they don’t head back now, he will run out of darkness. “Do we have to? Can’t we watch the sunrise first?” Ann pleaded.

He tells me to take all the time I need, which from him means call me back before anyone else does, and we hang up, and I sit at my kitchen counter with my coffee going cold and four days gone out of thirty and absolutely no closer to an answer than I was a week ago. Four men in six days. Damian with his memo. Kai with ten years of silence breaking open in one sentence I still haven't fully recovered from. Theo, who quoted my grandfather back to me like a ghost and then told me to go looking for something in the will that Mr. Okafor never mentioned. And now Marcus, offering himself up like a foregone conclusion, like the only reasonable ending to a story he's been quietly writing since I was

My Forever Man Chapter 13 Today is the day for the long-awaited meeting between us and Werewolves and the Witches and the Fae. We rarely ever pass onto each other’s land but since we have a new Vampire lord it was time to resign our treaties. Us Vampires live in Blath-fola. Our lands look like any other lands just because we are vampires doesn’t mean we dwell in dark dank unforgiving lands. We have many forests, mountains, and plains. And on the edge of our plains is small desert that borders us from the witches. I have been tasked as one of the guards to his Lordship Damian Lysander. He is the twenty second son of the Lysander kingdom since the war that wiped out humans. I was in charge of

I picked her up and walked to the nearest chair, sitting atop it, she straddled me, burying her face in the nook of my neck. “I promise you, I will work at being the wife you deserve,” she whimpered. And with how her body shook as she spoke, I knew she was crying. “Sh... you already are. I’m looking forward to forever with you, Dr. Estera Roberts Sterling,” I breathed and took her lips. “Forever will never be enough to spend with you, my darling husband,” she replied, fervently, against my lips. My heart soared. ***THE END***