Novel & Cerita R5 I Can't Forget About You

She doesn’t know why but a part of her feels she should give it someone more deserving ,Someone who truly cares for her . He started cheating on her making her look like a fool when in actual fact ,She is very much in love with him . Rissa feel like dying .She could feel her heart aching really bad . She started singing I must not known I must not have known you Even though I ‘m so close to you What is really precious always seems to Disappear . One more time One more time Can’t you be by my side one more time I still love you and only you Love is better than regretting later

On my way home from work, I realized a man I didn't know was following me. I called my husband, Cassian Bellamy, for help, hoping he could come pick me up. Instead, he sent me a few cold voice messages. "Can you stop acting like you're being followed all the time? We live in a society governed by laws. Where's this creep you're talking about?" "Also, if someone really is following you, what do you think he's going to do? You're a married woman. I'm busy right now, so take a cab home yourself." I hid in the corner of a 24-hour convenience store, trembling from head to toe. It wasn't until a torrential downpour began that the creepy figure finally left. I ran home in the dark, soaked to

It's been five years since I fell ill with depression, and I'm finally myself again. I can talk, laugh freely, and I actually have an appetite. The icing on the cake is that my husband, Ian Beaumont, and I are expecting our second child. At our New Year's Eve family gathering, Ian's godsister, Gemma Waverly, gets tipsy and starts making a scene. "I think it was about five years ago. I was dumped, and I took the car out for a little joyride while the surveillance cameras were under maintenance. "Guess what? The moment I stepped on the gas, a cat abruptly flew out of nowhere and slammed right into my hood. It yowled and bolted off." A faint, disdainful smile plays on her lips. "That damn

he asked and his tone was surprisingly tender. I felt a blush rush to my cheek as a knot formed in my lower abdomen. Although I didn’t want to admit it, it seemed that Rowan had caught on to the fact that I also had difficulties forgetting the passionate night that we shared together. Is it possible that he also felt the same way? "Of course. Of course, I can forget all about it," I replied determinedly. ‘I need to forget about it,’ I whispered to myself inside my mind. "I see. So I guess you’re one very forgetful girl. If that is the case, shall I give you a little sweet reminder?" Rowan suggested as he leaned over to whisper those words directly into my ear.

My social psychology professor gave us a simple assignment: text the words I love you to the family member we were closest to, then record their first reaction. My parents had died seven years earlier in an ambush meant for the DeLuca family. With no one else to text, I sent the message to Roman DeLuca—the youngest Don in New York’s underworld and the man the court had once appointed as my temporary guardian. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared all night. At two in the morning, his answer finally came. [Mara, don’t confuse dependence with love. Whatever exists between us can never cross that line.] The next day, he stripped away every privilege he had ever given me, disconnected our p

Ry Hey stranger I hope you had a great day Patient O I miss you Ry I miss you Patient O I want to come see you Ry I think it’s late Patient O I know But I still miss you Ry We should set up a date for this week Patient O How about in 30 minutes? Ry I thought we agreed it’s late Patient O I’m trying to convince you to let me come see you I have to see you before I go to sleep tonight I need to hug you and kiss you A day is too long without getting love from you Ry I don’t know. I’m about to fall asleep Patient O Tell me when you wake up I’ll make a plan to come see you

She stood on the pavement with her grocery bag and the Sunday morning around her. She said what did you forget to say. He was quiet for a moment. Then he said I notice things about you. He said I just wanted you to know that. He said it simply and without apology. Cassidy stood very still on the pavement. The Sunday morning kept going around her. She said okay. She said it quietly. He said okay. He said I will see you at the yacht. She said yes. She said see you at the yacht. He hung up.

“I'm sure you'll be fine. You'll move on with your life. You'll have so much fun with your buddies and you'll learn to forget about me.” “Nah, I doubt that. You’re my first unrequited love. I doubt I'm gonna forget this agonizing pain so easily.” There wasn't anything I could say at this point. He reached for my hand and I let him hold it. “I know you didn't fall in love with me. I know you hold space in your heart just for Joe. I know I'm nothing to you. But would you please not forget me so easily? Maybe in five years. Think of me often till the next five years. And then you can forget me. I think it's gonna console me a lot to know that I stayed in your mind that long.”

STARLIA I come home to another deadbeat, he's using the damn TV again, like he doesn't have that in his gaming room that I danced my leg off for. I hate men, that much I've decided. If not for the sex I wouldn't be around them. Kade is an idiot, top five on the list of men I hate, he pawned me and his girlfriend off to Rocky after gambling way too much away. “Starr, you're home late!” Kade smiles at me, if I hadn't walked in front of the TV he wouldn't have noticed me.

I hadn’t replied, and for some reason, I felt it was the best decision—at least for now. My phone buzzed, startling me. Rika’s name appeared on the screen. [Aiha, the meeting with the NGO doctor is confirmed. Next Thursday, at 6 PM. You can make it, right?] I typed quickly. [Yes. Send the details.] Not long after, Rika replied. [Okay! Oh, and I’ll bring crepes again if you bring a fun story, hehe.] I smiled, imagining Rika with her unwavering enthusiasm. She was like an anchor, reminding me that life wasn’t just about the past I was trying to forget.