Lovely English Stories Novels & Stories

“Excuse me? Could you help me out?” What happened next confused me. My throat went dry, I forget how to speak, and my stomach filled with butterflies. He was beautiful. Wait, could men be beautiful? Handsome would be an understatement. This guy looked like he inspired poetry. Or maybe turned friends to enemies with fights over him. Brows dipped in annoyance, he asked, “What you need?”

, she took the card that came with a CD, the card was blank, it didn't say anything or who was the one who sent it to her, With curiosity he opened the CD case, went to the player to hear what it said, she smiled with emotion, but not before putting the roses in a beautiful vase, then put the disc, sat on the couch and immediately began to listen to a song. THE LAST OF ALL YOUR LOVES I, THE MADMAN WHO NEVER FORGOT YOU, TODAY I SEND YOU THESE TWENTY-FIVE FLOWERS RECEIVE THEM, WOMAN, DON'T SAY NO. PUT THEM FRESH WATER IN A VASE, TAKE IT TO THE BUREAU NEXT TO YOUR BED, IF ONE DAY YOUR HEART FEELS COLD REMEMBER WOMAN THAT SOMEONE LOVES YOU. PUT FRESH WATER IN A VASE,

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Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Once I stepped out of the cemetery, a car pulled over and Uncle Milo walked out of it holding a bunch of daisies. He smiled and waved when he saw me. I did the same walking towards him, I hugged him. "Daisies, you tend to never forget." I smile as he released me from his grip "How will I forget, Amelia always whined about how she loved daisies." He softly chuckled. "Yeah! Mom was really into those flowers, she loved them."

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Maeve snapped at him, cutting him short. His eyes flashed in anger at her tone but he said nothing. “Better.” She pushed the magazine towards him. Dominic picked it up. On the front page was an amazing picture of Maeve dressed in a pair of navy blue suit. She had a serious, sexy look on her face. When Dominic looked up, he forced himself to look disinterested. “What is this?” “Rolling Stone sent me the next issue of their magazine. They did a piece on the project we are working on right now.”

"So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts." The Beast raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Interesting how?" He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Belle had a way of drawing him out, making him feel less like a beast and more like a man. She flipped to a chapter she'd bookmarked, one that described a couple lost in the throes of intense attraction. The words on the page painted vivid pictures: lovers entwined in a moonlit room, their breaths mingling, hands exploring with eager tenderness. It was steamy, full of building heat and whispered promises, but far from anything harmful just pure, electric chemistry.

Doing anything, everything. By sunrise, I had sent fourteen proposals, not one reply. Story of my life. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. Seven-thirty. Wonderful. Another day. Another opportunity for disappointment. The design studio was unusually quiet that morning. Rain tapped softly against the windows. The gray sky matched my mood pertectly. I was halfway through reviewing floor plans when my phone buzzed. It was Chloe. I answered immediately. "If you're calling to tell me I've won the lottery, I love you."

Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders. They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart. Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant. They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year. There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war, just the calm peace.