Resensi Novel Dear J Novels & Stories

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

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“From now until forever, whether in good or bad times, rich or poor, in health or sickness, happy or sad, I will always love you, cherish you, and be faithful to you, forever and ever.” “No!” A screech interrupted the sweet atmosphere. Aaron ran into the wedding as if he had exhausted all his energy. “How did you get in?” The security of this island was very strict. Everyone had to be verified before entering. “I swam here. It took me an hour! Do you know how desperate I felt in the ocean? But when I thought about you, Elena, I managed to persevere.” Aaron almost got down on his knees. “I really can’t lose you anymore. Please don’t marry him. Please come home to me.”

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Since that day, until today, we have not shared a room. I leave the table to go to my room; I will continue my reading. I will sit on the balcony to get some fresh air and finish my novel. I am reading the novel by Déesse: The Mafia's Fatal Attraction; it's so exciting, and I really like the heroine. She has a straightforwardness that I admire; she embraces who she is, something I cannot do.

Lila slowly walked to the opposite side of the bed. For several seconds she simply looked at him. Nothing about the boy lying there resembled the confident football captain who always seemed too full of life to sit still. Carefully, she reached for his hand. His fingers were cold. She held them between both of hers. “You scared everyone.” Her voice barely rose above a whisper. “You hear me?” “You don’t get to do that again.” She forced a smile through eyes that had begun to glisten. “You still owe me so many arguments.” Mrs. Reyes looked away, giving the young woman a moment she believed belonged only to the two of them.

And I get the reason why, but it did not stop the ugly thoughts that were rearing its way into my head, making my skin itch. I think I got so lost in thought that whatever else Lie was saying just flew over my head. When I felt him tap me, I jerked back into reality. “Y-yeah?” “Are you listening to me love?” he asked looking worried as he searched my face. As if I was not feeling bad enough, guilt just had to join the list. “I am sorry babe, I got lost… whey were you saying again” He licked his lips and took my both hands in his before he continued talking “Jessica has some business over here at Rosewood City, and she absolutely hates hotels, so I wanted to know whether or not you will mind

A desk that looked untouched for years. I closed the door behind me. My fingers hovered over the spines of books, not really reading, just feeling. My chest tightened when I saw one with a cracked leather cover and initials burned into the corner: J.D.V. My mother’s best friend. Gianna De Vera. The one we’d just buried. I pulled the book down. It wasn’t a novel—it was a journal. Dates ran across the top of each page, shaky handwriting below. I flipped to the back.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

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