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I was about to say something when Chloe's voice, thick with hurt, came through the phone. "Edward, if we can't be together, does that mean I can't even keep the wedding dress?" I could not see Edward's face when he heard her, but his words left me squirming with discomfort. "You're after money, aren't you. "Alright, I'll send it to you right now. "You love money so much, go rent another dress from the bridal shop when we get married. It'll save us some cash." Edward's voice was a mix of warmth and anger as he hung up.

I thought that Logan would be the one to take me out of my ordinary routine but I was wrong. Ellie was at my house already when I arrive home. She was waiting for me in her car and she got out at the same time I did. She pulled me into a tight hug and then grabbed a bag and a bottle of wine from her car. We sat on my couch in silence. “You know everything is going to be okay right. Logan will most likely get a plea deal and not have to serve anytime” “It doesn’t matter I fell in love with a felon and nothing will change that” I say starting to cry damn him why did he have to do this?

Dedria asks. “I have a feeling we will be here as often as we can for business and pleasure.” I reply leaning my head on Nico’s shoulders as I take Antony’s hand in mine and rest it on my leg. The four of us talk some more about the dynamics and things to try at our next session. By the time we leave, I’m beat. I’m more than content when the three of us get into bed together. It’s strange this little Italian love triangle we built, but it’s the missing piece I didn’t realize I needed. Is it crazy to think I can enjoy my life in the mafia underworld or I’m just painting a delusion I can live with?

-Answering your question, I wouldn't forgive an infidelity," he answers now being the one who ignores my comment. -I wouldn't forgive an infidelity either," I said, "You know, I'm one of those girls who longs to have a book love. Book love is so real and so deep. Book boys are perfect. They are loyal. He may be a womanizer at his worst but when he finds his right girl he's the best thing in the world. They're those super protective, jealous guys. It's cute. I'm one of those people who want an intense, wild yet tender love. A love that consumes me. That makes me tremble. A love just for me. Is it too much to ask to want to be the only one in someone's heart? No seconds or thirds. No ex-lovers

"That was made by my daughter in law. It is called the Recipe of Love." "Oh, I thought it's all about food," Asha said, embarrassed. "It's a recipe of the food called love. Let me read it for you." Then Ella turned her head to Ronjon. "It is also for you, young man." "Thank you," said Ronjon as he smiled courteously. Lastly, Ella smiled at Lily, who nodded with thankfulness. "The Recipe of Love To Love someone, you need: A ton of patience, A truckload of kindness,

I spit. "Why do you keep comparing love with money? Just because you didn't get your shares doesn't mean they don't love you. Love isn't shown by materialistic things," she explains as if she has done a PhD on love. "First of all stop using the 'love' word. And secondly, for me it's only materialistic," I argue. "I don't wanna waste my time on explaining to you," she makes a blank face. She says this every time but again a few days later she starts explaining some shit to me.

Moira heard a bunch of hissing from all over the pack hall, her face flushed in shame and embarrassment but then Logan just had to go ahead and hammer the final nail in her coffin as he popped the spoon which was filled with mashed potatoes and then said, “ I might be a protector of the witches but I am afraid that your mate is a protector of everyone but you,” his lips curled in a smile when Moira’s eyes filled with tears. “ I have a book which consists of one hundred and ten ways to win the heart of a man including a chapter which shows how to brew a love potion, do you want it? Apparently, with your skills only a love potion can help now——” There was a bang which echoed loudly in the room

I told him that yes I wasn't comfortable with the Christian and I didn't want to discuss it. he told me that he understood me very well but only wanted to know if I had a love-life. I replied by telling him that I didn't have a love life and that I had never experienced being loved before. he promised that he was going to give me the feeling of true Love if only I would let him.

She wanted answers. But I hid. Then I met Brinda. “I do not love you nor will I ever love you. Get that!” I spat. “Well then, do you want your precious little lover in exchange for The Black Book?” She asked. A wild laughter tore through my throat. “Do you believe that I am gonna believe a crazy bitch like you? Seriously? You telling me that you kidnapped Brinda is absurd.” “So, you admit she's your lover, hun? Love. Sweet. Love.” She punctuated very remark with caution, her tone filled with mockery. “If you want to see her alive, get the fucking Black Book out.”

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.