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Husband and wife is a beautiful relationship that has no bounds of love in it but here my relationship with my husband started with pain and ended with pleasure. I loathe the way my body reacts to his touches. It is just overwhelming to ensure that your body likes the touches of a person you abhor. His touches burn my skin yet I like it. His kisses bruise my lips yet I like it. He uses me like a person uses a handkerchief- uses it then keeps it away then again uses it then keeps it away. That is what my life has been for the past two weeks.

Laura said, and looked at Lucas at the back who wasn't writing but staring sadly at his blank sheet. "And who said we can't write that the people we love are dead? The person I love most in this world is my real mom. Guess what?" Tessa whispered. "What?" Laura asked. "I don't even know my mother. I don't know what she looks like either" "What?" "Surprised huh?... Yet, I love her so much. She's the best person I'm gonna ever love" "How's that possible?" "Not sure. But my heart tells me so. I love her so much"

Beautiful didn’t even begin to cover it. She moved straight toward Damien without hesitation and threw her arms around him. “Darling,” she breathed against his chest, smiling brightly. My body went completely still. ———————— AUTHOR’S POINT OF VIEW HI readers, if you’re loving this particular story so far, I want you to comment below or go to the dashboard and comment so more readers can be attracted to read my book and you’ll as well, help this poor author in your own little way. Thank youuuu

I opened the note to find that it has quite a bit written in it. I have loved you from the moment I met you, but I cannot know if you love me back, as I think the knowledge will kill me with joy or sadness, whatever your reply might be. Know that you are special to me but do not seek to know my name as it will only lead to heartbreak. Yours forever, Your Secret Admirer

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

Even though you are a not a human anymore but a ghost when we found each other, but you are the one that could fill my heart. Once again. Thank you Kevin. I wrote this letter for you... and myself. So that I can read it again and again. So that I can remember you. I also wrote a book about us. How we met each other, your story, mine, ours…. I can imagine your laugh when I tell you that I wrote a book. But let me tell you. It’s a hit, you know? Hehe… Another reason was, because my memories seemed to vanish little by little.

"I love you as well, Haru, and I will remember that forever.' I said this while kissing him on the neck. I still have a bad feeling about this. He said we could talk later, but perhaps I should just give him some time to tell me about it. After that, he waved at me and exited through my gate, which I had closed. My life begins. Johan Williams is my name. I'm seventeen years old, with a younger sister and a best friend named Jack. I've always been who I am. My other best friend's name is Ava, and my girlfriend's name is Charlotte. These are people who meant a lot to me before I met Haru. Okay, I understand what you're thinking. I'm a fucking worthless cheater. That I am deserving of death rig

The Bonding Love (Ver. English) Writer by Mamaya Writer This novel is written solely from the imagination of the writer. The plot, location, culture, beliefs, religion, and characters do not exist. Dear readers, please use discretion when reading. It's all just a hypothesis to write it all over again. Prologue In the year 199X,

A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious. Stay in touch! irismorland.com Iris Morland’s Mermaids Newsletter Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram

He told her and placed his head on the study table, facing her. "Oh, okay sure." She started reading it, as she read through the scene she felt as if her fingers tips were going numb, she was feeling the joy radiating through her body. It was so good. It was so good that she wanted to cry. It was beautiful. She couldn't believe that he had written it. She could feel the scene coming to life right before her eyes, it was so well-defined and well written. She finished reading and looked at him. Her eyes held admiration for him, she never thought that he'd be so good with words. She felt like she was nothing in front of him and that was a big thing to admit as a writer herself.