Poot Lovato Novels & Stories

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Loveth sat quietly in the room since she had no stuffs to offload , she stared at a painting on the wall , it was a painting from her favorite artist , Richard Quarver , the painting of a woman watching the stars with a baby in her arms , Loveth admired it as she touched the edge , she sat back after looking around , she sighed at the thought of what happened inside the plane , she really did not know what came over her . She has always dreamt of her first night with Nicholas, and today might be her final dream intervention , she stared at the mirror as she began to speak to herself quietly " Loveth you have always wanted this , so relax , you need to be happy , be happy for once . " she pa

Power disguised itself as pleasure. “Nothing interests you?” Hugo asked quietly. “I’m married,” I replied flatly. He chuckled. “Marriage has never stopped powerful men.” I ignored him. Then the auctioneer’s voice rose above the noise. “And now,” he announced dramatically, “the highlight of tonight’s collection… the diamond of the evening. Welcome… Blue.” She stepped onto the stage. And everything inside me froze. The room blurred. Conversations faded. The world narrowed until nothing existed but her. Black dress.

I fell in love with this place and I ordered my favourite ice tea lemon drink and fries with lots of cheese on them and they told me there was an event today, so they asked me if I wanted to listen to have a seat within the event section. It was an event where people went through anxiety or depression to tell you about life truths and how they overcame the difficulty, what motivated them to live. So, I decided to take a peek at the event and as I sat on the chair, I saw a girl with a very funky clothing style. She was wearing a long yellow skirt matching it with a hot pink sweatshirt and a unique neon-type hair color, maybe in her 20’s. She was laughing loudly and the host of the show invite

" I saw he was loved out of pity, The worst kind of love there is. To keep a hold on someone, Because you think they're weak " Iris's P.O.V. Nine pm and I heard the front door of the house open. I was in the kitchen blending some fruits to make a smoothie when Dylan walked in. " Hey babe. Where's Louisa?" He came up to me and kissed my forehead. " She slept early, I think her dance class was too stressful today"

Author's POV : Niyati comes to her room, shuts the door with a thud, and sits by the window and her head rests on her knees and her arms are folded around her head and starts crying. She is just crying and crying more. After a few minutes, she raises her head and starts speaking while looking at the sky, "Why, why God? Why is all this happening to me? Why are you doing this to me? I fell in love with someone for the first time in my life. At first, he refused to accept me and when I got him after 2 years you separated him from me, and now after 2 years when he has come back into my life now you again keep him away from me. Why are you engaged in doing this, why? Can't you see me happy with h

In every picture of the two of them, the love appeared genuine, and there was no sign of the lie which Mikee tirelessly insisted he was living with her. "There are times in life when you have to do things, not for yourself, but for the people around you. Loving Sandra is easy, even easier when I imagine it's you that I'm looking at and not her." "Me? Ha. Like I believe that." I could fall for his words, not when this was goodbye, and not when I was leaving without having told him the secret I was supposed to have told him. "Believe what you like, Aria, but I love you." And it's surprising just how much damage those words can do to a person.

"Can I take it as a positive answer? I want to believe that you made an effort to look good today because of me. Like how I dressed myself to good look on you." Ahhhhh. My heart can't take it. Please stoooop it. I squealed inside. "Well, it depends on how you court." Kane chuckled. He lead me to my chair and gently assisted me. He then went to the speaker that was replaced a few meters away from us and open some music. The song played. It was a romantic song, 'Love Someone' by Lukas Graham. I was never a fan of any music. Perhaps because I had childhood trauma due to the Mackenzie family. However, right now, every upbeat tune and every word in the lyrics were swirling around us, making my he

The reason he was standing in the rain looking miserable. He wasn't broke. He was burnt out. He was running away from the expectations, the board meetings, the "The Ruthless Heir" title. He wanted to have some peace. And then he met me. A girl with no name. No money. No expectations. I was his vacation. I was his rebellion. A slow, dangerous smile spread across my face. "You poor, sweet billionaire," I said to the photo of him on the screen. "You think you're using me to escape? You think I'm your little charity case?"

“Goodness,your lover is not just handsome but a thoughtful and kind one!” “Mother,Father and Rain thank you so much..”Daniel said with a happy and puffy red face.