My Sweetheart Novels & Stories

"Save it for Adrian." She chased me to the car, but Mike shoved her back. "Have some dignity." At home, I saw her text. [Don't you care about Mike's job or Jake going to jail?] My heart ached, not for her, but for the girl who'd sincerely loved me and fought for me. When I called her, she sounded thrilled but nervous. "Are you dropping the charges? I swear, I'll throw you the wedding of the century and make everything right. Adrian is just a friend. If he bugs you, I'll ditch him."

My lips curved into a smile, "then I love you too." I laid my hand on his cheek and tears formed in my eyes. I could not believe that it is now finally real, that my dream has come true. "Yes, you are girlfriend singer and I won't ever ditch you." I excitedly pulled him into a hug. I rubbed his hair gently, "my Jake." It was a fluorescent cool morning the subsequent day. I was walking down the street from my house in a casual pink top, a pink sweater and in a pair of jeans heading towards a grocery store to purchase bags of flour and crates of egg.

"I'm calling you my precious love, sweetheart." "How doubtful." "How cold."

My heart pounded frantically as I demanded, "Monica, how dare you! I gave you everything that you have. Why are you so obsessed with hurting me to please some driver?" Monica's expression was ice-cold, and her tone even colder. "In your eyes, Liam is just a lowly driver. But to us, he's kind, sweet, and 10,000 times more of a man than some spoiled heir like you will ever be!" She continued, "Back when my only family member, my grandmother, had a heart attack, it was Liam who sent people to save her. No matter how much you look down on us lower-class people, he'll always be better than you in my eyes!"

I saw her whole face turn red. "That's so sweet, my yeobo. Good night," I said with a smile, and she hastily moved out of my car. I got a cute, innocent girlfriend.

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To that, Leah is having a whale of time on him. Early in the morning, Michael hires Lenny who is hardworking woman. To her, his sweetheart is kicking teeth to teeth to herself. One time, Leah has faced the music to her sweetheart about her reaction. In response, Michael would give her everything; she will no longer find a man to replace on him. To that, his sweetheart does not give any comments. Thus, his sweetheart concludes to her; she is crossing her mind about it.

He released me and ambled off, leaving me trembling. I didn’t notice Dante approaching until he was right behind me again, his breath warm against my ear. “I saw your face when he said that,” he whispered. “What aren’t you telling me, sweetheart?” I froze. Sweetheart. Not a nickname stepbrothers used. Not a word he should ever say out loud. I turned to him, forcing calm into my expression. “Dante, not here.” His eyes darkened—hurt, frustration, desire all tangled together. “Then meet me after the fireworks.”

Olivia thought she had her future mapped out. Four years ago, she fell in love with Noah—the charming college football star she believed would someday become her husband. After graduation, she left behind everything familiar to build a life with him, chasing ambitious careers and dreaming of the forever she was certain they shared. Then, in a single devastating moment, everything falls apart. Heartbroken and questioning every choice she's made, Olivia returns home and to the family that has always loved her unconditionally. But rebuilding her life means confronting a painful truth: somewhere between loving Noah and chasing their future, she lost pieces of herself. This time, she intends

“How are you, sweetheart? Are you doing okay?” “Don’t sweetheart me,” I say in a sharp voice. “You don't get to suddenly pretend to give a damn about me, just because you haven’t seen me in a few days.” “Julia, now don’t be like that,” he says, trying to sweet talk me. He hasn’t done that in years. “Come on, baby. I miss you so bad. Don’t you miss me?”