Love Yourself Poster Novels & Stories

she remarked. He chuckled. "I feel happy every day, Ashley. My first love is my work. People fall in love in different ways—some choose a person, others choose success. I don’t need a woman to complete my happiness. I’ve been happy for a long time, and I don’t need love—romantic love to change that," he emphasized. Irritated, Ashley pulled the questionnaire from the folder, crumpled it, and tossed it into the trash. It was clear that she had lost interest in talking to him.

Purely for curiosities sake. “Yeah, Ashton, keep telling yourself that.” I mumble to myself. How do I even respond to this. Thank you seems dumb and sending him a drooling emoji seems immature. Let’s keep it simple and honest. “damn” What the hell, lets see where this will lead. I open my camera and cross my legs, pulling my skirt up to expose my pail skin. My legs are not bad and if his reaction yesterday was any indication, I may be cutting myself short. I attach the photo and hit send.

Anybody would fall in love with this house, it’s not that much big, or luxurious but it has got that warm feeling. He went to the living room. The living room is cozy and simple. He went straight and stopped before a big photo frame, hanging on the wall. “Mom, Dad, it’s been a while” He said with tears in his eyes.

It had: "MISSING! HARVEY RHETT, WHOMEVER FINDS HIM SHOULD BRING HIM TO THE CLOSEST STATION" written on it and beneath those wordings was a picture I'd taken last Christmas before a cake fight. I looked happy with a snug smile and a Christmas hat on my head. Good ol' days. Sheryl tugged my arm bringing me back to reality and we left the poster although I stole a few glances until it was out of my view.

"It’s all over I*******m. A post from your account. About choosing your truth. It has like, a million likes already." Vivian felt the blood drain from her face. She fumbled with her phone and opened her profile. There it was—a black-and-white photo of her at the lake cabin, smiling, eyes closed. And below it, a caption: “Sometimes walking away from the perfect picture means walking into your real life. I chose me. I chose love. And no, I’m not sorry.” Posted five hours ago. Ethan saw her expression. "What is it?" "I didn’t post this."

"Some people ask why I'm only saying this now. Because a few days ago, someone told me I only had ten days left to live. Because not long after, someone held a knife to my wrist and demanded to know where another man was. Because that same night, I was lying in my own blood while hearing her comfort that same guy over the phone. Kissing him." I raised my bandaged wrist toward the camera. "This scar's gonna stay with me for the rest of my life. But I don't regret it. Because it taught me one thing—" I paused, making every word land. "Loving yourself is ten thousand times more important than waiting for someone else to love you." The livestream hit five hundred thousand viewers.

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l stared at the name for a second before rejecting it then a message followed immediately. MAYA. WHY IS LEO THORNE POSTING YOUR STUFF? My stomach dropped. I turned to Leo. “What did you do?”He held up his phone, completely unbothered. “Posted.” “What did you post?” “A picture.” “Of what?”He turned the screen toward me. My camera bag.Taken ten minutes ago. Right here in this office. The angle was slightly off, like he didn’t care about framing. No caption.Just a blue heart. I blinked. “A blue heart?”

Vance replied right away, this time with a brand-new screenshot of Lydia’s I*******m post from 10 minutes earlier. It was a "sweet" selfie taken in the hospital room. Nestled against Kieran with a peace sign, Lydia’s head covered in light bloodstains and one side of her face puffy and bruised. Kieran’s demeanor was neutral as he gazed at the camera. [Alive after the storm, grateful to have you. The truth will come to light. I appreciate all of my friends' worries. I'm stronger than ever with K.] was the caption. Haley “…”

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓 ? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 🤭