My Dearest Darling Novels & Stories

I'll try to talk to her, but she's a cunning fox. -Sure, babe. I'll do that. -Thanks, darling. I stared at the heart emoji that followed the last text for too long. Call me lame, but receiving that text from her made me want to cheer for myself. She called me 'darling'. That was cool. ***

She captures my lips, and hell knows they are the most tender and sweetest thing there is in this world. END OF DAMIAN'S POV

" My dear, Hayley Dean... I couldn't have said it better myself about you my queen,my baby, my sweet cheek ,muuuuaaaahhh. Everything from your special smile ,that's only for me, to the way you giggle when I nibble on your neck or hands or your amazing personality, all of it makes me fall for you more and more everyday,. I love you with all that I am or ever will be my cosmos, my everything. Mmmmmmuuuuuahhhhh. " " But why me baby..."

--Heart beats fast, colours and promises. How to be brave, how can I love when I'm afraid to fall. And watching you stand alone, all of my doubts, suddenly goes away somehow... One step closerrrrrrrrr. I have died everyday waiting for you, Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more...-- Tristan's POV.

His shameless attitude made Celene’s face grow even paler. She could not believe that the man she had treated with such sincerity had been deceiving her all along. “I’m going to kill you!” She lunged forward and grabbed Alden by the throat. Alden was, after all, a man. How could he possibly lose to a woman? Within minutes, he had her pinned down. “You’re nothing but trash! You’re the last person to talk about love and loyalty with me! “Back then, when we were broke, didn’t you say you’d dump me?

“Hello, darling.” "What are you doing here?"

“I am pleased you believe so, a mhuírnin.” She leans toward me, and her hand inclines sideways on the table. I cover it with mine, the delicate smallness at home under one that contrasts it. “What’s that mean?” The curious kitten, as always. “My dear or my darling. It could be either, depending on what I wish it to mean.” “How about the other one you sometimes call me? As-to-ray?” “My treasure.” I chop up the word into its simplest, truest form, and she warms up, reddening to the tips of her hair.

"Show me everything, mate. " "Understood, darling. "

Now I am 'dear'? Could I be getting my Father back?

“So, ‘Darling’. Is this a common thing? Do I get a list?” Panic made my tongue clumsy. “It’s just a pack thing! A greeting. You know, like ‘baby’, or ‘honey’, or… darling.” I was digging the hole deeper with every word, listing off endearments like an idiot. I felt a fierce blush scorch my entire face and neck. “It doesn’t mean anything special!” He was quiet for a moment, and I could picture him, that infuriatingly knowing look on his face. “Baby. Honey. Darling,” he repeated slowly, as if tasting the words. “I like them.”