Novelas y relatos de Plafon Love

Her head rested against his shoulder with an ease that only came from deep love. “Everything’s coming together, huh?” she said, eyes scanning the half-built structure. Dominic looked down at her, his eyes gentling. “Still work to do. But yeah. We’re getting there.” He kissed her forehead. A glint of sunlight hit the building’s front wall, where a sleek metal plaque had just been mounted that morning. DOMINIC SHIELD Built on Loyalty. Guarded by Love. Andra read it aloud, her voice soft but certain.

★★★ FERAL FURY PACK ★★★ Luna Lovett was bustling about the palace, overseeing the final preparations for Vladimir's wedding. The grandeur of the palace was breathtaking, adorned in the finest decorations. Lush garlands of white roses and lilies draped over the archways, their fragrant blooms filling the air with a heady scent. Crystal chandeliers glittered like stars above, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the scene. Elegant silk drapes in shades of ivory and gold hung from the walls, adding to the opulent atmosphere.

Thank you. #one_love

I was expecting a sky, or a puppy and a bird or an image of one of the million teddy bears she had in her head. But I definitely wasn't expecting a flower vase with different types of flowers and plants in it. She even shaded! Louisa doesn't know how to shade an image properly for a professional but this was the highest above her standards that she had ever done. The flower vase had patterns of a sky which I believe is night because of the darkness degree of the shade and the moon at the edge. I hadn't even seen the background. It was a picture frame, of a little fruit bowl with what I assume is oranges and a banana.

Anna looked at him and nodded in affirmation. Immersed in the scent of flowers, twinkling in the lights of candles and ringing on the music player, the song was presenting a deceptive scene of the lounge. The song was playing in a very low voice. I love her She is my lover I love him, he is my lover That girl is not my life That girl is not my life His face is in his eyes His watch is in the words I am the way That is the destination Get it now In these beats he is very active

The annoyance I felt towards him earlier because I thought he had forgotten our anniversary all of a sudden and was replaced by butterflies in my stomach and horse racing in my heart. He's the one. Forever does really exist, especially when I'm with Jiro. He's the living proof of Prince Charming and true love does really exist. I am deeply madly in love with him. I can't even see myself in the near future dating another boy. I am sure that he is the only man I am capable of loving. Jiro slowly removed the blindfold from my eyes and first its blur until my vision gradually cleared. The first thing you see is the decorations Jiro's whole garden, just like a bandiritas made of white and red ros

I huffed, "because I will never marry a man in this... cult." "Cult?" Dad laughed. "I want nothing to do with this circle you guys are a part of. Where all people care about is wealth and showing off and talking about each other." "You're no saint, Camiela. You're one of us," Derek pointed out. "Not by choice. If I had the choice, I would have disappeared," I said through gritted teeth, jabbing my knife towards him before feeding Khan the last bite. "I'll get you ice cream in a little bit, I promise," I said, wiping his mouth clean and then planting a quick kiss on top of his head.

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.