Novel Beloved Novels & Stories

'' Novella Novella walked out of the room with her in pieces there was once a time she was deeply in love with Kanji. Two years ago Novella Committed a sin to save Kanji from Debt Collector there was a time where kanji was on addictive drugs. it was an impossible situation Novella Hid this from her Parent she would offend pay off his debts. But when she couldn't pay in gold she had to pay by other memes. The Result end up saving Kanji's Life but it broke their relationship but the truth was they were both still in love with one another.

Like him? " No... No.. I don't believe you on this" She chuckled and this time it was less comforting. " Honestly, what's not to like in him?" " Err- the fact that he's a beast" " Was a beast" " Doesn't change the fact that he's evil" " Dear from what I hear, Hunter isn't evil anymore" " That's not true, maybe you didn't hear me right" " Okay" "Mrs Phoebe?" " Yes?"

Things at school have returned to normal, and Bane still abuses me, only he makes sure he does not hit my face, and if he does, it's only a slap, and Bane does not hit hard enough to leave a mark. I wander through the hall of the palace, going to the library. I finished my novel, and since I have nothing better to do, I plan to read my favorite book, The Pride and Prejudice, By Jane Austen; I have read it many times, and I love romance between Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. It makes me wish that I could live in such a beautiful Novel; I long to be loved like all the characters I read about, but I know that it never happens for someone like me; I need to learn to accept that this is my life. "Good

She nodded her head. “Good..” he whispered as his eyes fell on her quivering lips for a moment then he again locked his eyes with her teary ones which were bothering him, “I like your name. What does it mean?” he asked. “It.. means..Ioved one…or Darling… or beloved…” she replied. He smiled at her and said, “Beloved… I like it…”. He removed his hold from her and took a step back, his smirk again starting to appear on his lips, “Now you can go”.

, she whispered, getting a disapproving look from him, knowing how it bothered him that she thought of herself, that she was a monster. “They weren’t true beloved ones”, he said, with a pain in his voice. “That could be true, but I believe differently, that your father loved your mother so much, that she became his beloved one, having her blood , and you”, she stated, leaving him speechless. “You are amazing woman, I wish that is true, but we don’t know the whole story”, he said. “Because last time I remember, he was with that witch, leaving mother and me”, his voice was full of bitterness.

She admired the colours each one had and how each presented itself with a unique quirk. Noticing one that seemed to have worn off more than the rest she pulled it out of the rack. Flipping it over to see its cover she smiled at the title written in bold letters the words read Greensburrow. It was a children's book about a young boy and girl who arrived at an orphanage together and became good friends. The girl, Anna was an adventurous soul who would often get herself in trouble but had Eliot, the boy always there to save her.

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

MICHAEL’S POV… We all believe in love changing us into better people, we all believe love can make us do extraordinary things, and we all believe love can make us change our ways of living, but what we refused to see or believe is that broken love can make us more worse than we were before, it can make us change into more horrible beings that we were before.

The word love becomes a new mystery for Lynd that she must add to the list of word dictionary. Lynd does not understand what love is. But isn't the love she feels for family and valuable people also very important beyond herself in life, and don't want to lose those people, always want to be together is a form of Lynd's love for them. The love in the letter is not like that. What every love has a different form. What it said about ‘proof of love’, ‘let time who talk’, Lynd could not understand the intent in the letter. In every letter she received, always leaving an unsolved mystery that made feel curious even more. “Did you read that letter again?” Sarah caught her seatmate with the letter

I had a better way in mind to tell her all about it. Our assigned text was a book titled: Better to Have Loved and Lost. It was about MaHolland, a young servant girl in 18th century England, who fell in love with her mistress' betrothed, Henry; a young, charming nobleman. When they first met, she had no idea he was a nobleman or that he was even betrothed to her mistress. They became friends, and it was he who helped her develop an interest in reading. MaHolland fell helplessly in love with him, and when she found out about his betrothal to her mistress, her feelings for him had grown so strong, it couldn't easily be vanquished. Just when she finally made the decision to tell Henry how s