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It was late at night when Jonathan and Diana got out of the Gaddi. In silence, the two walked back to the hospital. The street was deserted and it seemed natural that they walked arm in arm and slowly. The night was beautiful and pleasant and so they could appreciate it better. In fact, that night seemed made for love. Jonathan's nearness began to exert a strange attraction on Diana... who wanted to get closer but steadfastly resisted. However, as they walked, his arm brushing against hers, their bodies very close, the desire increased and a climate was created between them that suddenly, out of the blue, he stopped and tightened Diana in his arms. With unexpected tenderness, he began to kis

The only thing Seipati loved was that love had tamed the monster. Things were going well between them and Seipati gave the credit to Ntate Mogoadi again. To her, Ntate Mogoadi was like cupid. He had contacted her mother-in-law to get long lost love. She was calling him Mr love. She wished he could meet someone to love as well.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

I could hear Athena’s laughter. I tried to stabilize my emotions. One day, he would love me. He would understand that I loved him so much and that I was his wife. I knocked. The laughter didn’t die down, but no one responded. I pushed the door open and said, “The food is ready.” And I was greeted by the sight of them embracing. He was feeding her fruit, and she was giggling, touching his chin. My hands were shaking. I was boiling inside, but I still timidly said, “I made something for you.”

Tristian and I have been together for two years. Engaged for six months. I knew he had his problems. But cheating? That’s where I draw the line. I let out a quiet scoff. That arrogant idiot. Two years of my life. And this is what I get? Yes, it started as business. But somewhere along the line… I fell for him. I was loyal. He said he loved me. I shake my head slightly. My fault for believing a man anyway. They always fail me. I take a slow sip of my wine and release a deep sigh.

"Subhadra, meet Mahendra Varma, owner of the club. Mahendra, meet Subhadra." "Why did you have to say his full name. Mahendra Varma. He's not royalty. His first name would have been sufficient." She rolled her eyes at Mahendra. "God, you're both friends with this psycho?" Mahendra shuddered. "You know, the best love stories start with a little hate. You know what they say. There's a very thin line between love and hate." Latha gave her unwanted input. Mahendra and Subhadra looked at each other. On cue, they both fake gagged.

I gasped when I saw the top headline: THE ISLAND ROMANCE: Why the World is Falling in Love with the 'Nathana' Love Story. I scrolled down. The article was filled with comments from people calling our story “the ultimate modern fairy tale." There were photos of us leaving the hospital, and people were already starting to ship us together. I laughed loudly, showing the screen to Nathaniel. "Look! They’re shipping us together. We have ship names!" "What the hell is a ship name?" Nathaniel asked, squinting at the screen.

As they pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, and Luka whispered, "Together, we've faced darkness, and together, we'll find our way back to the light." And so, their love story continued, a symphony of passion and sacrifice, woven with threads of loyalty and desire. Luka and Light were two souls bound by an unbreakable bond, driven by a shared purpose and a love that could withstand even the most formidable trials. In their hearts, they knew that their journey was far from over, and whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them side by side, as partners in both love and revolution. Amidst the tapestry of life's intricate threads, some stories unfold with a complexity

Kain whispers into my ear, his breathing heavy as he holds back his wants and desires while my body gets used to being invaded like this. Nodding hazily, I mumble an almost incoherent, “I love you, Kain.” “I love you too, Liam.” Kain’s gentle confession, followed by a passionate but tender kiss, has me lost completely in the moment's bliss. Even the pain from this being my first time pales compared to the joy I feel from finally being claimed by my lover.

A few months in, things were going well; I was building up a steady clientele, and for once, life felt like it was moving forward. One evening after work, though, an unwelcome visitor showed up. Liam stumbled toward me, reeking of alcohol. He grabbed my wrist. "Andrea, I miss you." I shoved him back. "Get lost." But he kept going, his words slurred but insistent. He claimed he hadn't stayed with me out of obligation, but because he really loved me. He insisted he and Vivian had just been business associates at first, but he'd somehow found himself drawn to her, crossing lines he couldn't undo. Sure, he felt guilty, he claimed, but Vivian's "allure" had kept pulling him in.