My Dearest Darling Novels & Stories

She flinched in pain when he twisted her hand behind as he whispered in her ear, “ Where are you going, darling ?. Can't you hear that I'm speaking with you ?. You are walking out like you don't want to stay near me. I know, darling. You are behaving like this to make me come closer to you voluntarily, right ?. You don't need to act anymore, darling. Because, I am already fallen in love with you madly. I love you now, as you wished. Forget everything and come with me, darling. We will go to a place where no one knows and will live happily ever after. What you think, darling ?. I love you so much, harshika. Please come with me.”

Vera paid no attention to the flight attendant beside them and said seriously, “Endearing terms should be said in front of others. That's how you prove you truly love me. If you only call me ‘darling’ in private but keep your distance from me in public, doesn't that mean you’re not contented with what you already have?” The flight attendant beside them couldn't help but silently give Vera a thumbs-up. When Charlie saw that Vera was so immersed in her role, Charlie thought he couldn't be a spoilsport and ruin her fun, so he mustered up some courage and said earnestly, “You're right, darling!”

But not if it caused her an ounce of discomfort. She smiled and shook her head. “No, darling. I love the moment you walk into the living room and I love how your eyes light up when you see me. I wouldn’t trade that moment for anything.” He was absolutely and absurdly delighted over the endearment she used. She’d never used one, never called him anything but Derrick. He was a grown man and nearly taken to his knees over the sweetness of her calling him darling. “What is it, Derrick?” she asked, worry furrowing her brow. “Did I say something wrong?”

It’s such a beautiful sound. “I’m so wet,” I say to him, I arch my back and open my legs wider dipping my fingers deeper. I pull them out and slide three fingers in this time. “I wish it was your dick fucking me right now.” I say knowing my fingers won’t give me the satisfaction I need.

She wasn't tearing up anymore she was sobbing hard in front of me and I too broke into an ugly sob but I had to finish what my heart was saying " You are my home, you are my safe place and please let me yours. I've never been desperate in my life but I'm desperate to have you as my real wife, not a wife by paper and it's your love that I crave. Every moment, every hour, every day let me love you like the days you had my heart " She too knelt on her knees with her teary eyes and my eyes bawled out when she gripped my hand and nodded yes, I hugged her as if the world was ending.

This time he only came home because it was my ovulation period, and we were only trying to conceive. As I watched him leave, a sense of disappointment crept into my heart. This guy always rushed back, took off his pants, got on top of me in bed, did his thing, and then hurried off without a care for whether I was fulfilled. Did he never worry that I would cheat on him? Lying there, I picked up my phone and scrolled through my chat history with my best friend, Miranda Gunther, until a picture of a muscular man caught my eye. Underneath the photo, my friend had written, "Take a look at your brother-in-law's body. He's like a modern-day Hercules! He's got a huge package."

His hair was naturally messed up that made him look freaking handsome! "Why? Should I change my clothes?" He recognized the way I looked at him. "No, no, no! You're extraordinary...handsome," I whispered the last word due to the embarrassment that filled my body. "Damn. You look so pretty, Dearest." I was unable to move as I heard that endernment again in his mouth. That was his second time and I was still affected as if that was the sweetest call I had ever heard. Dearest. That word repeated to my head over and over again.

"Tonight is just us, darling." Darling is a nickname I notice he barely uses for me, but in the very few times he has, I realise that I very much enjoy it. In that moment, I realise he only uses that name when he is being sweet. Caring. A distinct difference from the situations he would use 'Doll' in. I love both. Leaning down, I kiss him again, but this one isn't as messy, isn't as rushed. I reach down, grabbing the wrist of the hand he has between our bodies, tugging it away, replacing it with mine wrapping around his cock.

With a tenderness that seemed to transcend the very essence of the moment, I tenderly cradled his face within the warmth of my hands, a touch that conveyed more than syllables ever could. Leaning in, my breath danced across his earlobe as I whispered in a hushed tone, the words a delicate secret shared between just the two of us, "You, my dearest, are intricately woven into the tapestry of my heart. A bond so profound that the notion of another claiming your affections is as inconceivable as stars relinquishing their place in the night sky."

"All my life, I always wish that I hope someone will love me even in my worst and darkest day and you're the one that God sent to me. I didn't know that it was you all along." "Lilie, I don't know what to say right now, but I want you to remember how much I love you. I'm proud because you become stronger than you think. In this world full of different art, you will be my favorite arts. You will always be my favorite masterpiece, Darling. " I grabbed her palm and kissed it. I wiped the tears dripping from her eyes and continued. "Darling, you always say that I'm the one who saves you, but the truth is ... you're the one who saves me."