Please Love Me Mr George Novels & Stories

This was his love for me, and what did I do? I went ahead and not only married someone else but also told everyone that I was in love with that person. How pathetic? "Don't think too much, girl. I..... I am sorry," she apologized, but I shook my head. I was about to tell her not to be sorry, as I had already figured it out; my phone rang. She immediately looked at the nightstand and frowned. "Gabriel," she told me while taking the phone from the nightstand.

This was all my doing, I put this family in jeopardy. If you’re reading this, know that I love you. I’ll always, always love you my girl, and never forget that, you’re the love of my life. With deep regrets, George.

It was only when he threw himself in front of a car for me and almost died on the operating table that I truly understood how important he was to me. The truth was that I loved him just as he loved me. So, when he recovered, we got back together. We held our wedding during a warm spring and started a happy life together. The old wounds from the past had long since faded with time. What mattered was seizing the present and the future.

he said, gazing at her for a long time. She couldn't reply when he began playing the guitar. She looked at him because the song was familiar. "This is our favorite song, remember?" he said seriously, still gazing at her. Suddenly, memories flooded her mind—the times they spent together at the top of the tree at their hangout spot. They would always sing that song whenever it was just the two of them. She smiled as he began to sing. Who knows how long I've loved you... It was I Will by The Beatles.

"You don't have to worry, I can get back by myself." "Ok." "He wants to come get you?" "Yes." "Why did you decline?" "I'm not a baby anymore, I can find my way." "You know, George loves you." "Nanaaa!!" "Why are you shouting, I'm just trying to help you see the reality here." "George doesn't love me, this is all facade, and please love is really a strong word." "Ok, he likes you, like really a lot." "How did you get to know all this, within the span of a few days?"

"George, our love story was laced with tragedy from the start. But you, you will have a life filled with love, happiness, and all the beautiful things this world has to offer. I promise." "Yeah, son. Just like I promise to break the head of any girl that toys with your heart." Moore added. "Dad, I'm the heartbreaker, please!" George whined, but he smiled, a mix of gratitude and understanding. "Thanks, Mom and Dad. I love you guys." "And we love you too," I said, and Moore ruffled his hair. "Hey, comb!" I ordered, but Moore and George escaped from the embrace before I could even blink.

LONDON'S POV Being at home that particular day, George had asked me to take the day off. As I browsed through my phone, his call came in, "Hey, angel!" George's voice, smooth like velvet, caressed my ears and my heart. Hearing his endearment brought a rosy blush to my cheeks. He'd been showering me with love all day, making me feel like I was his queen. I couldn't help but feel giddy with joy.

So please be mine tonight, Let your wall down and let me in your heart right now. I hope you catch the words in my voice and not the hate in the world. Fall in love before it falls apart with regret. Ooh baby,would you please believe these words I say right now and watch the crowd disappeared like the sunset until it's just you and me,shimmering in the dark.... Oohh oohh darling, please be mine..' Ryder kept singing those words over and over again while staring at me. The more he sang those words, the more I felt my wall actually crumbling bit by bit until nothing was left other than the sheer realization of what he was saying.

"You— you love me?" George muttered, tracing his thumb softly on her cheek. "I don't irritate you? You know, my scars, my face? You could have a better looking m—" "I love you like that. With your scars and all of that. I still love you, George" George still couldn't believe it. "But I'm not the kind of m—"

“What do you want?” “You know what I want, sweetheart.” “Oh, get lost!” she cried her eyes finally adjusting to the light and she flung aside her bed aside to peep in the opposite house outside her window. It was of course the house of her caller. But she could see no movement around and she nearly bumped into her wardrobe. Damn Adam Crighton! Damn him to hell and may he never come back. It was the only way he had concocted to get her attention. “How can I? I haven’t said the three magic words yet. I love … you, Rhea.”