Permaina Cinta Novels & Stories

Jevan's vow was so heartwarming, I wanted to kiss him right after. I was next. "Jevan, if I had a choice to choose you or the world, I'll pick you because you are my world. You're the sweetest, most caring person I've ever met. You make me feel complete. I can't imagine life without you in it and I don't want to. I love you. Then, now and forever. I'm in love with you." Jevan lowered his head to wipe his tears away. Afterwards, I placed the ring on his finger.

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

"Yessss.... I do! I do! I do! I accept everything that comes from you, my love!" I want to get married again! END

I whisper, making his eyes fill with lust. His lips looked so kissable, they were already swollen from all of our kissing, making me want more. I bite my bottom lip, looking at him sheepishly. "Mia, if we do this," "I know... No turning back. I want this, Nate... I want you to make love to me," I say, making him grunt, closing his eyes as he crashes his lips on me. "How do you know this is the right time though, baby? I want you to think about it. Your first should be more special, more romantic, not over a Korean drama while eating Southern food," he says, making me chuckle.

"Randall, you're a selfish bastard! You don't understand what love is at all! You don't deserve to be loved!" I listened to her insults, yet I didn't feel the slightest ripple in my heart. Maybe she was right. Maybe I didn't know what love was, but at least I finally understood what it meant to let go. "I wish you happiness, Celina," I said before hanging up. Her tirade was cut off abruptly. I let out a long breath, feeling an unprecedented sense of relief. However, when I looked up, I found my parents standing not far away, watching me with complicated expressions on their faces.

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

he asked and I took time to think of a perfect response to his question. "Every man wants a woman who loves him but I don't want a boring type of love, like the typical boy meets girl and in the blink of an eye, they fall in love. I'll prefer it if we start off by fighting, bickering and almost pulling each other's head down rather than just be like the typical boring, I love you, I love you too couples. The idea of driving her crazy to the point of loving me is something that gives me immense joy," I replied to him and he broke into guffaws, attracting unwanted attention.