Plafon Love Novels & Stories

She spread them across the dining table like a general planning a campaign. “Look at this one,” she said, holding up creamy cardstock with gold foil edges. “Elegant, not flashy. And the wording simple. ‘Alexander and Vivian request the pleasure of your company…’” Alexander peeked over from his laptop. “It’s perfect. Whatever you want.” She grinned. “You’re no help at all.” “I’m helpful in other ways,” he said, voice dry. She laughed, leaning over his shoulder to kiss his neck. “I already booked The Plaza rooftop for Saturday one week from tomorrow. Confirmed. Non-refundable. We’re locked in.”

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Sister Wang took out a common key and opened the door. The oldest decoration in the 1990s shows that Sister Wang's family has never been renovated. The side of the bag door is old style sauce yellow, the floor is paved with antique tiles, and several tiles in the corner have cracks. The sofa is new, and it can be seen that it is the cheapest kind of rental sofa bought online. Although the decoration is old, the house in that era can be built into two households with one elevator. The house type is transparent from north to south. In addition, the family building built by the bank has no public stalls. If we say 90 square meters, there is nothing less.

My heart swelled with love and pride at this beautiful woman. She will be the most amazing Luna this pack has seen, the most amazing queen to the elves. We would combine the pack lands with the elves' kingdom when the time came, uniting a species. "I will be. Thank you, Rain. I love you." I showed her my appreciation, even though my father would call me weak for it. "I love you too. I'll go tell Larminiel now. Be safe." She hung up her beautiful smile frozen on my screen until I hit the red button myself. Be safe my little wolf.

Nicole's heart beat increase immediately as she asked Louie before she wanted to settle down but he refuses it and all of a sudden here is someone whom she didn't have known for so long telling her mom that he wanted to marry her. "Are you serious about marrying me? You barely knew me; I am just from a breakup." Nicole said to Marco. Marco stared at her and hold her hand and said "It is sudden I know, but I already loved you since the day I met you, I silently loving you when I am with you, I want to respect you, even I barely knew you, I wanted to spend my entire life with you. Get to know more of you each and every day." Marco tearfully responded.

Why call her anything else when she has a name so beautiful? Every day I find myself more in love in with her. Every day that passes by draws me closer to her. Over the last so many days that we have been talking, I have been meaning to ask her what I mean to her, if I do mean anything at all. I want to ask her whether she sees me as a potential boyfriend, but I will not, because I don’t believe in the terms ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’. These terms are too frivolous and are just used to introduce people. I believe more in the word ‘soulmate’. It makes so much sense. When you’re in love, it’s meant for life, isn’t it? If not, then what defines love? A cup of coffee shared together? A drink?

ALL. And there, behind the door with drapes drawn to prevent the incurs of the sun during the day- Just like a vamp will do, a small, portable plasma TV hung to the thinned walls, a stein with red, small cheap wine filled the air and a few inches from the cold dark walls, the soft thud of her heart reminded her that she was living as she lay on her single bed, curled up from the world outside and only peeking to know what was going out there through her TV. Life hadn't been always bad, in fact, it looked like it'd stored up the bad moments like filling up a trash bag only to let all the scum out at once.

“I love you, Astraea. So… so much. And I know… I know you feel the same. So… don’t leave me. Please… my Luna.” She forcefully removed her hand from his grasp and shook her head. “I don’t… love you. I don’t love you. I don’t love you!” Caelum fell to his knees. She might as well have taken a blunt-edged knife and stabbed his heart with it numerous times because he would rather be dead if she didn’t love him back. “You’re lying. You told me yourself. You told me you loved me!” She made a move to walk away but he clung to her leg as he begged. “Don’t leave me. Astraea, please… why can’t you? Why?”

a new thing trends among young couples Lily Parker, intrigued by the fad, took her son Alexander to a ceramic workshop to create a porcelain plaque with their handprints. Unbeknownst to her, Julian Sterling also had a similar plaque made, but with a twist. He had secretly added his handprint to theirs, completing the family set with prints of father, mother, and son. Despite his pride in this symbolic gesture, Lily, with their one-year-old son, still hadn't accepted him. Julian found himself troubled by the challenges of this love battle.

L-O-V-E That would be the center. That would be the first thing our baby saw above their crib. Not power. Not money. Not legacy. Just love. It took longer than I thought—because I wasn’t in a hurry. And maybe for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to rush anything. The next morning, I left the nameplate in the nursery, propped on the windowsill. When Isadora saw it, she didn’t speak at first. She just stared. Then she reached out, touched the grooves of the letters, and said, “You made this?”