Por Siempre Novels & Stories

WHAT IS I DOVE YOU ! NONONONO ...ITS LOVE YOU !?? WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HIS BRAIN CELLS WHERE DOING !!??? IS HE OKKKKKK , OUT OF HIS MIND !????? ok i am back to normal again . Common Anna say something! !! What ???? What should i say !?? Ummm ...wait wait ...ok ? Naaahhhhh Too simple !??? Ummm .....i love myself too ??? Naaahhhh . Ummm ...ahhhhh ...are you in love with me ? .

Mia was overjoyed “Daddy, why? Aren’t we enough? Why do we have to get a little brother?” Sophia looked sad “Sophia, it isn’t about that! Daddy and mommy love both of you,” “But, then why need another kid?” Sophia asked “How if later daddy and mommy love him more instead of us?” Sophia added “Baby, that won’t happen! Daddy promised to you and Mia. Both of you are forever daddy’s princesses” Martin “Really?” Sophia made sure “Promise!” Martin pulled a pinky promise and Sophia as well as Mia hugged him happily

“That’s enough.” I lifted my fingertips to my cheek, more shocked than physically hurt. Papá’s voice hardened. “Insolence isn’t acceptable. You will remember to whom you’re speaking.” His nostrils flared. “You, Catalina Ruiz, are not a whore. You’re a proper woman who understands when it’s time she does what is expected of her. We have encouraged your vitality; do not make me regret the freedoms we’ve afforded you.” And as if he needed to give me more incentive to comply, he added, “If those freedoms were a hindrance, I will put a stop to Camila’s future schooling immediately.”

#The_Next_Day ELENA "Wake up sleepy head." Mother said throwing a pillow at me as I laid. "Mom." I called in frustration. "What? It's 10am. You should be on your way to finding a good job now you lost the Audition." She said and I sat up sadly. "Mom you didn't need to remind me. I know I am a failure." I said and she sat next to me holding my hand. "You are not a failure Elena. Things happen for a reason. You can still have another chance at

“She’s upstairs resting. Go see her, hijo.” Gabriel went up. “Anak, how are you? I brought you a toy.” “Wow! It’s beautiful, Papa! Thank you! Where’s Mama?” “She’s at the house that will soon be ours—when your Mama and I get married.” “Really, Papa?” “Yes, anak, I promise. So eat healthy food and don’t forget to take your medicine, alright?” “Yes, Papa.” “Anak, Mama and I love you very much.” “I love you too, Papa.”

He slowly takes my hand, placing a light kiss as a drop of tear falls on my palm “In this life time, in the next, or the next after, no matter how many times I am to be reborn, I would love you like I have always loved you, ‘ALWAYS AND FOREVER,” he says, as he calmly drew in his last breath.

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

Back at the airport, Harper stood still, phone in hand. Christopher glanced over. "That SIM card won't work overseas. Toss it." Her hand loosened. The phone slid soundlessly into the trash. "…Alright," she said softly. "Let's board."

Desert yells, I turn to see Acre whip past me to get to Sky whos silently crying, "Oi get away from her" Desert spits as Acre wraps his arms around Sky, but sky sends her a "Shut up" look and reaches up on tiptoes and presses her lips to Acres. In that moment time stood still but what really shocked us was the strength of their connection, as he held her in his arms tremors could be felt underfoot, "They are causing earthquakes," Desert said stunned making me chuckle at her cuteness "come on sweetcheeks, time to go".

“Promise me this isn’t just tonight. Promise we’re still ‘us’ when the sun comes up.” He cradled my face, calloused thumbs smudging tear tracks. “You’re not just my first,” he said, the Spanish rolling off his tongue like a vow. “You’re my siempre (always). I’ll spend lifetimes learning the map of you.” His gaze locked onto mine, a black void edged with a brilliant blue where the moonlight caught it. “*Eres mi hogar ahora, mi vida. (You’re my home now, my life.)” The words settled in my ribs, a balm and a brand.