Name On Love Novels & Stories

It explained the absence of the bullies at lunch time. To all the boys I have ever loved before Because of love I am a nomad and will always go everywhere with you, I am a traveler, in the reals of love and passion Just keeping the names here, because I love you all so much a n dim scared ill wake up with dementia and forget al l of you, Vince, Moses, Edric, Teddy, Dominic, …

I was happy for him, but when I turned around, I found myself looking into his eyes, shining like a sky full of stars. “Chloe, I like you. Will you be with me?” It was the first time Felix called me just by my name, and it was the first time I realized how beautiful my name sounded. I smiled and said, “Okay.” Just one word, and it completely unraveled him. He pulled me into his arms, and the rapid beating of our hearts gave us away. So, when I made my birthday wish, I had one selfish thought. “Felix, I want you to be safe and happy, always.”

Nora asks startled "Lovergirl! It is only sweet at the beginning, you better shine your eyes and don't get swept away by the flood" she smirks her tongue irritably at Nora who mocks her in return "Beef this much? Better go and text Richard, Tito, Dino, or what is that your albino dude's name?" Tade snaps quickly "He is a white Liberian, not an albino! Get the difference"

He said. “OMG, Chris is here!!!” Maria said while jumping up and down. Valeriana laughed, “Do you like him that much?” She asked. “More than my life! He’s the love of my life!!!” Maria said while touching the left side of her chest. Valeriana giggled. Valeriana

" Is he crazy? How can Alex carry him on his back? Moreover, he didn't dare let him carry on back. This time Neil didn't pay attention to Uri anymore, he looked at Alex, coughed softly, said politely: "Uhm... Excuse me, what should I call you?" "Alex Dominic!" Alex replied coldly. Well, what a beautiful name! Neil thought to himself. "So... Mr. Dominic, could you mind carrying my friend, his leg doesn't seem right..." "Hey, Neil... I'm fine..." Uri jumped, hastily interrupted his friend's words, then quickly turned around and said to Alex: "I'm okay, don't mind my friend's words!"

“Benedict, after everything you’ve just said, you still won’t admit it? “You’re in love with Sansa. “Even though Grandpa arranged it… even though you see her as vain and clingy… even though you think today’s engagement party was a trap to force you into marrying her… even though you claim she’s the last person you could ever want… “You still love her.” Benedict loosened his fist in silence, looking like a prisoner who had been sentenced to death. He hung his head for a long moment before finally admitting, “Yes, I’m in love with Sansa. Hopelessly, desperately in love. So I’m begging you—let her go.”

"Mrs.Han you don't seem to understand, that woman has been his lover for a long time, and then they got married for only three months and then broke up for an unknown reason... it's hard to move on just like that..." "Mom please understand.. it is really hard for Mr.Lee... she is his childhood sweetheart also his wife for only a short time. If I'm in his situation I can just forget everything just because you say so, it is his First Love!" "Haist!! nowadays only a few people believe in those kinds of things... It is up to you if you want to continue your life and be happy or you just want to tie yourself and have a hard life and regret forever!" ALRIGHT, LET ME TELL YOU THIS.

"Hello. I'm Chris' girlfriend, Roxanne Lind." I replied with a dry, raspy hum. She didn't need to say her name. Two years ago, I'd learned about her, the woman Christopher had spent his youth longing for and could never let go of. I first met Christopher through my close friend, Zoe Lausten, during my freshman year. He was her uncle. I'd secretly admired him for two years before Zoe told me that Christopher's heart belonged to someone else—a love he couldn't have. He remained single at 27, and Roxanne was probably the reason why.

Blake Andrews couldn't take his eyes off the new girl. Her name was Amelia, he had heard that when she introduced herself earlier. He was a bit shy when she caught him staring. He had never been shy in the presence of any girl before, this was the first time. He couldn't deny the fact that he already had a crush on her.

Only a pleading that might as well have been carved into stone. So I read, my fingers trembling as I unfold the paper with the care of someone handling holy relics. My name first, just my name written as he used to call me, with honey still sweet on our tongues and futures tangled in our fingers like morning light. The sight of it nearly breaks me. Not "Your Majesty" or "My Queen" but simply "Luna" , the woman he loved before crowns and curses carved away everything soft in me. Then his words, precise and plain and somehow more cruel for their honesty, more devastating for their lack of ornament: