My Lover She's Waiting For Me Novelas e Histórias

she said, amusement laced in her tone, “he was also the kind of man who believed the world would always wait for him. And for a while, I did.” I arched a brow, intrigued. “So what happened?” She sighed dramatically. “Oh, Lucas. I was young, but I wasn’t stupid.” I chuckled. “That’s debatable.” She ignored me. “One day, after waiting long enough, I realized something: love is not a game of endurance. You do not win by suffering the longest. A person who truly wants to be with you does not make you feel like you are an option or a test of patience. So I stopped waiting.”

His gaze piercing and Kashmir felt uneasy. "But you know the score, don't you?" She averted her gaze. "Yes, I am fully aware of that, I will do everything for you to love me. I will wait for you to love me back, my love." Amaro said lovingly. "What if you get tired of waiting for me?" She was worried that Amaro would get tired waiting for her to reciprocate his love. "I won't get tired of my love. Love never gets tired. Love never gives up" He embraced her. He broke the embrace when the door suddenly opened.

I said. Marco groaned. “She belongs to El Fuego now. You’re starting trouble, and we didn’t bring enough men.” “I’m not taking her,” I said. “I just need to see her face.” “This won’t end well.” “I don’t care.” We slipped backstage. My eyes searched every corridor until a man blocked my path. “You shouldn’t be here. If you purchased a girl, she’ll be delivered soon.” “Where is the flavour of the evening?” I asked, raising my gun.

"I said one year. I'm four years late. Are you still waiting?" I didn't answer. I rose on my toes and kissed his scar. He froze for a second. Then he wrapped his coat around me, pulling me in tight, his chin settling back on top of my head. "Yes," I said. "I'll always wait."

Over time, missing meals and eating irregularly became a habit. In the end, Lewis never showed up. I wasn't angry. I'd waited five years, and there was still no place for me in his heart. As long as he signed the divorce agreement, waiting one more night didn't matter. What he didn't know was that the divorce agreement he saw—was written for him and me. … After dinner, I wandered around for a long while. By the time I got home, it was already very late. The living room lights were on. Lewis was actually waiting for me.

"Maybe you'd like to leave him a message? I'll make sure to pass it to him when he wakes up later." I suppressed the tears welling in my eyes and handed her the gift bag in my hands, making every word I said clear. "My name is Kaitlyn Hudson. Ask him to call me as soon as he wakes up. I have something to tell him." Bianca just hummed softly and closed the door on me in a polite manner. However, two weeks passed, and I never got any response from Robert. When the 18-year-old Robert heard that, he could no longer hold back his fury and smashed a wine glass on the floor.

Alex pov I have lost him. The guy I had ever loved, my first kiss, just walked in with a dangerously stunning woman after weeks of absence without even sparing me a glance. My heart was shattering into pieces. I could not breathe well. Andrian and his devilish whore had captivated the whole hall. That nobody had noticed when I had slept out of the hall. But Linda, my best friend, noticed me sneaking out of the hall. My tears were falling uncontrollably, blinding my vision.

“Perfect Lover?” I nodded, leaning slightly against the chair across from him. “It’s silly, I know. But the story behind them is kind of sweet. The idea is that if two people are perfectly synchronized, in the same ‘time zone,’ they’ll never miss each other. But if they aren’t…” I gestured vaguely, feeling oddly self-conscious. “...well, it’s not anyone’s fault. They’re just living in different worlds. Different stages of life, different priorities. You can’t force that kind of timing.” He studied me for a moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes. “And you think the person I’m waiting for is in a different time zone?”

But she accepted the flowers with a playful pout, unable to hide the smile at the corners of her mouth. The man just grinned sheepishly. Once she took the bouquet, he gently said, “No matter what, even with our daughter here, you’re still the one I love the most. “I promised you, even after marriage, I’d make it feel like we’re still dating.” They laughed and joked as they opened the container, filling the room with the delicious aroma of chicken noodle soup. It wasn’t until I caught the scent that I realized I hadn’t eaten all day. I turned on my phone, which had been off the entire time, only to see an empty screen. There wasn’t a single message from Hendrick.

Staring to the wall clock time in her room, she saw it was already 7:30am and she didn't knew if the Anderson's family went to church or not as she had only arrived the previous Sunday, so she quickly rushed into her bathroom and bathed quickly and she darted out and dressed up, combing her long blonde hair, as she was very yellow, she stared to her neck reflection again and saw the scratched marks of Willow on her neck, coupled with all the kissing marks Patrick did on her. She knew Willow was mad at her because Willow was Patrick's fiancee and she wondered how Willow would still stayed back after Patrick openly cheated on her, as some would've broken up with their boyfriend for cheating on