One True Loves Book Novels & Stories

I wince and move it a few inches away before bringing it back to my ear. "Troy are you there?" She calls again and I nod like she can see me. "Yes Rachel,I'm here." I say and resume walking out of the school. My foot slightly nudges a small book on the floor and I carefully study it before bending to pick it up. The word 'Diary' is printed in a bright, colourful pink on the book and I groan. It must have fallen out of the mysterous girl's open school bag.

She had a beautiful fantasy about love and hoped to find a gentle and romantic prince charming, the dream of teenage love! Old Mr. Alston, apart from his handsome appearance, didn't meet any other requirements. Moreover, his temper was awful and he knew nothing about romantic gestures. Diana was in distress. But when she met Old Mr. Lee, who was sophisticated and talented, it was like a drop of dew falling into her withered heart. Old Mr. Lee also fell in love with the gentle and romantic Diana. The love between a young man and a young woman ignited like fire. At that time, Noblefull Group was just starting, and Old Mr. Alston was extremely busy, with no time to accompany Diana. As soon as c

I hope with every inch of me that I don't sound selfish everytime I wished that he would stay back, I'm just not ready to let a good thing go. I checked the little box he gave to me in the car that day, and it was a locket. It had a portrait that he sneak took of me on our third date on one side of the locket, and my favorite quote on the other side: “Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.”_Williams Shakespeare (The tempest). It made me smile so much that I forgot he was going to leave, and it made me realize I didn't want to lose Bryan.

One True Love Copyright © 2018 by Linda Kage This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

I selfishly believed he still loved me. But when Madison appeared, she shattered my illusion. Felix stood up for her time and again, lowering his standards and treating her like a princess. He was like a king, capable of bestowing both pain and happiness. He cruelly transferred all his affection to Madison, leaving me in anguish. He did not want a divorce because I was still his "one true love." But he turned his "one true love" into something mundane and ordinary.

The orphanage director once taught us this mantra, "Fight for what you want so you'll have a better life. Standing there looking will only leave you empty-handed!" Since I loved Clifford and refused to get a divorce, I gave my all to fight for his love, but I always lost to Marie. When I was a kid, I thought starving was the worst thing on earth. But I grew up to learn that unrequited love hurt more. … Clifford hugged the urn and sat by the road outside the funeral home for one night, cigarette butts littered around his feet. He had stubble around his mouth. He did not pick up Marie's ten or so missed calls, and he did not read her messages.

For a moment, his mind drifted back to that unexpected kiss with Tristan during truth or dare, and he blinked, quickly shaking himself out of it. "Okay... moving on," he muttered, closing the episode and trying a different series. But the same genre kept popping up. It seemed this laptop was packed with nothing but boy-love romances. "Seriously...?" he sighed, before abruptly shutting the laptop. "Troy’s got an interesting taste," he grumbled, placing it back on the desk. As he turned toward the bed, his eyes caught sight of a book on Troy's nightstand titled "Our Sweet Melody" by Chelle.

He kissed each one of them without missing one. "So beautiful." He muttered and kissed the one scar that I was insecure about. Tears pricked my eyes, but I forced them still. I really do love him; he's shown me to love my body the way it is, and he's shown me what true love is like. He moved even lower till he was face-to-face with my pussy. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic and slowly pulled it down. I shivered and leaned my head back into the pillow. He lightly kissed my thighs, and then I felt his breath on my core.

Ryan slid to the side to make space for his friend to sit comfortably. “So what it is?” Darius asked curiously. “It’s a story about finding true love, a girl who longed for her whole to life, only to find her true love or you can say her soulmate. Though she finds someone and married him, but that man she married never cared for her after some months of their marriage, when some unknown person helps her from her misery. And then…” he pretended to remember for a second there, “I don’t know the rest, haha. I need to read it,” he smiled, “I bought it yesterday from the bookstore at the end of the alley.”

Reo only felt annoyed with Jack, so the images of his kind behavior towards Jack were always in his mind. "Jack, it's true what romantic male characters say in romance novels. Missing is heavy. Very, very hard. I miss you, Jack. I wanted to meet you, but... I'm afraid. I'm embarrassed. I don't want you to feel disgusted, because make friends with someone like me." Reo gave a forced smile. "Gay man who openly confesses in front of a man he loves, even though I know ... that Jack is a normal man, not an abnormal like me."