Plafon Love Novels & Stories

Castle of Love Episode 8 🏰❤❤🏰 Pls like before reading 🙏 🙏 ***************************** (At Blair's house) Nurse Lola: So what happened yesterday? Blair: You were right, he popped the question! Nurse Lola: I'm so happy for you, you're getting married to him soon Blair: I'm happy too Lola (Meanwhile) Queen Victoria: My king, We cannot let Austin get married to that nurse!

My mother loved flowers. On either side of the centerpiece were two bowls of fruit overflowing with oranges, apples, plums, peaches, and grapes. The chandelier, mounted about thirty feet above from the vaulted ceiling supported by thick wooden beams, was similar to the one in the living room, but this one was a little smaller, and appeared to be more modern than its counterpart. I’d say this was from the 60s, if the chandelier in the living room was Tiffany’s circa late twenties.

“I’ve always admired how strong you are, Char. You take on everything and never let it show when you’re struggling. It’s one of the things I love about you.” Charlotte’s breath caught in her throat, the word **love** hanging between them. She didn’t know if he meant it the way it sounded or if it was just an innocent slip, but the weight of it made her heart race. Before she could respond, the waiter arrived with the bill, breaking the moment. “Well,” Elijah said, breaking the tension with a lighthearted grin. “That was quite the dinner date. Better than pizza?” Charlotte smiled, her heart still fluttering. “Okay, fine. This might beat pizza—just a little.”

"Love is built on loyalty, Zoe. It's not something you share. Could you accept your partner constantly hurting you because of someone else?" "I…" She hesitated before mumbling, "I'm sorry, Willow. I just can't help feeling bad for Uncle Christopher." "This is all on him," I said flatly. After the call, Leo showed up and whisked me away for a meal. We'd been given half a day off, and he'd gone all out, preparing a feast. He even invited Professor Tate and all the seniors from our project to join us. I thought the food was pretty good, but everyone else had these weird looks on their faces and barely touched their plates.

Chapter 11 Love As Joe hangs there, half way through the moonhole in the ceiling, with his shoulders in the air garden, his eyes fixed upon the vibrant purple flower glowing serenely in the dim light, he finds himself captivated by its ethereal beauty. Each delicate petal seems to sparkle in harmony with the beautiful serenity of the airgarden, casting a mesmerizing spell upon his senses. The rich hue of the orchid hybred reminds him of Nerissa, its vibrant shade echoing the enchanting presence she holds in his heart.

Writing this book allowed me to delve into the intricacies of human emotions, and I’m grateful for every moment you spent with these characters. Thank you for allowing me to share this story with you. May the essence of Perfect Love lingers in your hearts long after the last word. With all my love, Clara J. Stari

she told him. The attic was decorated simply, with the basics, since she was still paying for it, buying everything as she required it. However, the white walls with their abstract and colorful paintings stood out from the rest. She had a brown three-seated sofa. A very comfortable black pouf that I often used for coffee in the morning, an antique cream armchair, and of course the center table made of steel with glass. As well as the small table in the corner with a classic lamp on it.

Ethan, now frustrated, "Dad, this is insane! Elah and I love each other. What happened between you and her mama has nothing to do with us." Mr. Jakes staring again, "Love? You are just like me, Ethan. She's after your money, and you are too eyeless to see it. A woman who loves you will never cheat on you like she did last night." His words hit hard on Ethan and in a twinkle of an eye Ethan who was defensive of me became my foe. In tears, "Mr. Jakes, I would never do anything to hurt Ethan. I love him more than anything." "Action speaks louder than words, my honey."

I said, “My lover is a vampire after all. I’ve had plenty of opportunity.” “’Twas no aphrodisiac, my love. What you experienced was the art of love making… real love making,” he cooed. “Can I help it if I drive you wild?” “Oof!” I grumbled and stomped behind the screen to clean myself up as best I could.

" How could you say that to me?" " what else do you want me to say, Lie to you and tell you he is going to come back eventually? No, I can't do that Sam, because I surmise that love is Selfless, love hurts but it does when we offer it to the wrong person and Jordan is that wrong person. He doesn't deserve your love nor any woman's love, A man who claims to love you should at least be honest with you and not toil with your emotions, please you need to snap out of this love fallacy, pick up your heart piece by piece, glue them back together and lead your life as a dominant woman that you are!"