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He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, still smiling like he belonged here. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you while you were away,” he continued. “You must be tired from the trip. Let me take you out for dinner tonight. I know the best restaurant in the city. We can talk about our future… our families… how perfect we’d be together.” I wanted to scream. Instead, I bore it with a polite, plastic smile, nodding along as he kept throwing one cheesy pick-up line after another. “You know, Dorla, I believe in love at first sight… but I also believe in love at second, third, and fourth sight. And every time I see you, I fall all over again.”

Ethan asked, not unkindly, but firmly. Margaret's composure finally cracked all the way through. She sank into the nearest armchair, pressing a hand to her temple like the weight of eight years of silence had finally caught up to her all at once. "Fine," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "Fine. Yes. I was there the day Eleanor gave birth. I held that photograph in my own hands the morning she signed the adoption papers. That mark" her voice cracked "Eleanor used to call it her daughter's little moon. She said it would help her recognize her someday, if fate ever brought them back together."

I've been able to smell people's emotions since I was a child. Affection smells sweet. Sorrow smells bitter. Disgust and anger smell spicy. I'd been with Bruce Dawson for ten years, and the scent that clung to him had never changed. It was always sweet, cloyingly so. The only thing that ever shifted was the day my older sister left the country. That night, when he came home late, his scent had turned bitter enough to make me frown. But I never connected the two. Not until three years later, when my sister came home to get married. That day, his scent was bitter laced with something spicy, a mix I'd never smelled on him before. It struck me as strange. Without thinking, I followed him

The crack of the sweet between her teeth irritated my ears. "You think you can win my heart like this?" I asked. She got up and strode towards me, staring up at me. "If you think I did this to win you over, then you're pretty dumb." She cracked the sweet between her teeth again, a wide grin on her lips that I felt like slapping off. "I've tried being sweet and lovely. But that doesn't work with you. You prefer fear." She walked back to her seat. "Next time, follow her around like a thirsty man, and I'll do worse." She picked up her phone and began reading the news articles.

His mesmerizing blue eyes were trained on my lips, this is a man with a plan. "Cissy, I don't need anyone to tell me how extraordinary you are,” he whispered. “The moment our eyes met at that fast food joint, your enchanting silver rounds captured my heart and soul. Mate bond or not, I knew from that moment on that I was going to spend my life with you. This is forever. I'm not giving you up for anyone, you're exclusively mine.” “Hmmm, Crown Prince. These pick-up lines are outdated,” I gently reminded him. “Do you have something more creative up your sleeve?”

“I see that my little ship of audacious doctrine runs the risk of running aground in this sudden storm. I understand that for French ears, even your so benevolent ones, it is hard to hear the statement that talking is a utopian exercise. But what am I to do if such is undeniably the truth?” 3 About talking and keeping silent Once the storm my last remarks had elicited subsided, I continued: “I well understand your indignation. The statement that talking is an illusory activity and a utopian action has all the air of a paradox, and a paradox is always irritating. It is especially so for the French. Perhaps the course of this conversation takes us to a point where we need to clarify why the Fr

Our ugly past ended into a happy ever after. "I love you so much, honey," I uttered with my lower lip between my teeth. His eyes glinted and he drew me closer to him. "Finding and claiming you again is the best decision I ever made. Now my life is complete. I have you, Claudine and our incoming baby. You are my only love, my Christina," he said throatily. "Hmmm honey..." I was cut in when his lips went down to mine. THE END

He has been practicing so hard. Well, it's not like it matters to me. Boys always grow up faster than girls. It wouldn't be a surprise to see them all different. My phone rang and a text came. 'I can't tell it straight to you but you really look amazing today. Hope you will have a good day....Rio' I smiled. Yeah, he can be very annoying sometimes but he is really sweet and protective. I looked towards his direction and I can see him waving towards me. I waved back. I can almost see his smile even that far.

Only one way to find out… "James?" "Yes, sweetheart." Sweetheart. His sweetheart. "Bite me. I need to feel you. I want you." "Grace." A groan. "You tempt me. I shouldn’t. Tell me to stop, or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself." He hissed.

I told him. “I will and always love you sweet caramel.” “Locus I’m….i’m pregnant, you're going to be a father.”