Plafon Love Novels & Stories

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

The familial warmth and the comforting routine provided a brief respite from the chaos that often surrounded us. "Eat your pancakes, sweetheart," Dad said, gently waking me up by shaking my head. He pushed a plate with two pancakes toward me. I let out a sleepy hum, opened my eyes, and looked down at Khan in my lap. I playfully squeezed and tickled his sides, making him jump off and run back to Derek. Derek, taking advantage of the moment, caught Khan and put him on his lap with his back facing the table. "Now I've got you, Khan. No more running away," Derek said dramatically.

I always thought I was good at reading people but Mira had this way of speaking only with her words, never her eyes, now they were always distant, hidden. "Thank you, it's a lovely gift." Love says as she extends her hands and I step forward letting the pot slip into her hands, our fingers touch just so slightly and for far too short. "Would you like to come in?" She asks. I nod, clearing my throat as I step over the threshold, and enter her space. "I’d like that, yeah," I say, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my chest. "You remember my friend, Tamara, she is here helping us with the move." Love says as he sets the orchid down on the kitchen island.

It was closing time at P**e's café; a quaint and humble space large enough to comfortably accommodate twenty-five seated customers and five more at the waitress' bar. Leather booths lined the front wall, and the large glass windows were decorated with orange, red, yellow and brown maple leaf stickers. The neon open sign which faced the street soon switched to Closing Soon. The usual strong scent of freshly grounded coffee beans had faded in the atmosphere, and blended perfectly with the soft aroma of the last baked sweets left in the store that day; vanilla with a hint of dark roast.

But she accepted the flowers with a playful pout, unable to hide the smile at the corners of her mouth. The man just grinned sheepishly. Once she took the bouquet, he gently said, “No matter what, even with our daughter here, you’re still the one I love the most. “I promised you, even after marriage, I’d make it feel like we’re still dating.” They laughed and joked as they opened the container, filling the room with the delicious aroma of chicken noodle soup. It wasn’t until I caught the scent that I realized I hadn’t eaten all day. I turned on my phone, which had been off the entire time, only to see an empty screen. There wasn’t a single message from Hendrick.

I stared at him, an unexplainable sadness stirring within me. "Then, would you be willing to become my fated mate?" I asked. He froze, surprised by my sudden question. He fell silent. I knew then that he was hesitating, struggling. He only desired to keep me as a toy, but he wasn’t willing to pay the ultimate price. "What? Not willing?" I laughed, "Your ‘love’ is worthless after all." "James, stop insulting me with your hypocrisy." I said coldly, turning to leave. "Emily!" He called out urgently, "Don’t be so unreasonable! I’ve humbled myself; what more do you want?"

I thank him. "Of course," he says. After looking around I start planing with Rose about the layout and theme of my club. I tell her she can help decorate but I want a professional decorator to come in and get the idea in my head out in the decorations and theme. "So what are you going to name your club?" Rose asks once we are in the car and driving back home. "I think I want to name it Seasons of Love," I say. "That's a pretty name. I think the Seasons of Love is going to be the most popular club on this island," Rose staits.

She couldn't believe that Felix had put so much effort into making the night special for her. As they sat down to dinner, Felix looked at Iris with love in his eyes. "Iris, I know that the past few months have been difficult for us," he said. "But I want you to know that I love you more than anything in this world. You are the light of my life, and I will always be here for you, no matter what." Tears welled up in Iris's eyes as she listened to Felix's words.

He couldn't wait for tomorrow. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Layla got home and lingered at the door. The house was deathly silent. Usually her dad would be screaming at the TV, watching a game with Adam and Santiago. She was hesistant to go in but then, she heard Azaera meowing angrily from the other side of the door. She hurriedly got out her keys and forced the door open and the sight infront of her was shocking. On the floor, beside the kitchen, lay her father, stark naked and black out drunk. She looked on the dinning table and Azarea was hissing angrily, her face was facing the living room and Layla could only think the worst. She tip-toed and looked on the sofa and scream

Only if only, if we were just the normal loves. Rather than the wall, we have a builder with secrets hidden inside either of us who does not agree to break out of it. Only if I let you in my world which is filled with the darkness not with the colourful like it used to be. Will you also let me into the world of colours that you have stopped building? The white canvas just stood in front of you as I just watched you just stared at blankly. While mine dipping down with the red pain on the floor making a puddle around my feet.