Misteri Cinta Novels & Stories

“It’s one thing for me to make mistakes. But you” “Me?” she cut in, a faint edge in her tone. “I didn’t ask you to get a mistress, Damian. I even loved you enough to let you be,to let us all fun,Except for that slush fund disaster that day I couldn’t look past it then. But now? Now it’s in the past.” Her words hit him like cold water. Loved him enough… to allow him a mistress? His mind reeled at the paradox. He stared at her, trying to decipher whether she meant it or whether it was another of her clever manipulations.

None of it was proof, only whispers and speculation. The turning point came on the third evening, when a child, barefoot, no more than eight, ran past us and dropped a smooth stone at Jana's feet. Only it wasn't a stone. It was a locket, tarnished with age. Inside was a faded picture of a man I recognized from old newspapers, Mister Pitman, and beside him, a woman whose smile I knew. Jana's mother. Amanda Kramer. The shock rattled through me, my lungs tight, my throat dry. Jana leaned over, staring at the tiny image as if it were a ghost rising from the past. Her fingers trembled against mine as I held her tight.

She urged Doris. But Doris confirmed without a second glance, "Of course it's real!" Jennifer stood there, bewildered. "What's the point of applying for a marriage certificate? Your father and I didn't bother to have it." Doris, with newfound confidence, defended herself, "The one who isn't loved is the mistress!" I looked at Jennifer and said pointedly, "See? Your mom's the mistress, and you're an illegitimate child who should never have been born!" "How could that be? Dad didn't tell me that way!"

And it was owned by a young man but he wasn’t in the country for now and she also met him once in a mega dinner party about a year ago, he was cool but not her type of man. “Hi, I’m very to see Mr Victor?” She asked the receptionist with a smile. “Good evening ma’am, he is in room 115, first door on the left hallway third floor” The receptionist returned her smile. “Thank you” Ariana said and walked away, Ding, the elevator opened and she walked out, turned to her left and looked at the first door, 115 was written boldly in the door. She let out a deep breath before her hand moved to the handle and slowly opened the door.

she played with the tip of my hair We disengaged for a second to catch our breaths I looked into her jade green eyes and felt aroused again I placed my hands on her a$$ and folded them tenderly She cupped my face in her arms and placed soft kisses I kissed her nape and then her ear lobes We locked lips again and continued kissing She pulled away suddenly.. Her eyes dilated in surprise...she looked and me with muderous eyes "Pe_"I was cut short by a slap I bowed my head and held my hurting cheeks "This can't be happening"she muttered and ran upstairs What is wrong with me?...I can't be kissing her For f*** sake she's my mistress...I sat down on the couch and buried my face with my palm

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

"Secret meeting? Master, I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but I think it's not good for your image if you approach her just because she looks like Diana, and plus, please remember that she already has a fiancé. Your relationship with the doctor will also be bad, and— "Relax, Payton, calm down. I didn't plan to engage her in an affair. I just thought about investigating it, that's all. "But then, why do you have to keep it a secret? I mean, we can just talk to the doctor and ask about his fiancée!" "Well, at first I thought about it too, but then, don't you want it to be kind of fishy? I mean, why can he suddenly appear with her even though he doesn't have a past track,

( a Bengali curry made of prawn and special spices). Misti, the main female protagonist of the story, is 17 years old High School student, she loves to Dance, loves painting, and wants to be a professor of Botany. She lives at Dumdum in Kolkata with her parents and younger sister. Pradip Roy is the father of Misti, a famous "Corporate and Civil" lawyer practicing at Calcutta High Court in Kolkata. Manju Roy is the mother of Misti she is a primary school teacher and homemaker, Sristi is five years younger than Misti, both sisters love each other a lot.

The invitation card slipped from my folder and softly landed on the dining table. I noticed it for just a moment. Then my phone buzzed. It was Mira, asking about seam measurements. I replied, then headed for a shower. After changing into pajamas, I flopped onto the bed, falling asleep nearly instantly. The card remained on the table, waiting. Later that night, the door would creak open. Footsteps would echo across the marble floor. Someone would spot the cream-colored envelope with gold lettering, and a misunderstanding would quietly set in motion.

“Fiona, I am not ready to talk about him. Not now. Maybe one day. But not today. Okay?” I look up at her, my heart aching with curiosity, but I nod. “Okay.” The silence that follows sits heavy until I decide to lift it. “So... any progress on Señor Mysterio? Our shady little message sender with a flair for drama and veiled threats?” I smirk. “Please tell me you are about to hack into their soul and find out if it is a bitter ex, a jealous groupie, or someone who watches way too many crime documentaries.”