Romance Novels Like Ps I Love You Novels & Stories

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

I whispered as I stroked her head. “ I'm also happy that we ended like this, Ylisha I, thank God I found you," and kissed her forehead. And that's how our relationship began. -Love can really change someone, though it's too complicated sometimes. We felt jealousy, we felt discomfort, our hearts even sinks in different ways. But there's nothing worth the pain and jealousy when the one you love felt the same way as you are.-

These few days that Shadrach has left have taught me a lot of things about myself. I realized that Dianne never loved me, even if she does; she probably doesn’t understand what love actually is. I also realized that I never loved the girl; we were just following our infatuations. I have never understood the girl’s feelings and she never understood mine. I guess we were just enjoying having sex with each other. And even these days, I don’t even know why I am not able to sleep with the girl, no matter how hard I tried, it is just not working.

"Didn't you ask me to tell you about it?" Daniel broke into a cold sweat. Of all the books she could be reading, she had to pick this one. If one drew a parallel, wouldn't he be the heartless male lead? What if she read on and remembered something from the past... By now, Daniel was sweating all over. "Anyway... romance novels use clichés. They’re all about endless love and stuff. They’re not very meaningful," he said with a forced smile. "You don't plan on writing one too, do you?"

“And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote this story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever.” —From Moulin Rouge

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.

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"I also think that I knew you before the notebook incident. But as far as I remember I never associate myself with you." Prince Caspian nod. "Yeah... maybe I saw you somewhere beside I'm a reader." Peach blush. What the heck?! Prince Caspian is her reader?! "Oh... Which book? Or what story?" She ask. Trying to pull herself and blocking the blushing. Damn! That doesn't sound right. Trying to block the blushing? "I like the one that you wrote about a two love birds forgetting each other. That's the only romance story that I have read in my entire life. I'm into thriller and horror you know." Oh, Prince Caspian likes that story of her.

Peter must be keeping Alexis busy with a bedtime story. Musing, she began lining the stones up. What had she seen in his eyes? Did he love her? One by one she recited the old saying. ‘He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.’ On the twenty-fourth stone she stopped. ‘He loves me not!’ *** rley.’ She looked up as Alexis threw her a cherry. He’d been standing there watching her. ‘Catch.’ He smiled that devastating smile at her. ‘He loves you, very much.’ His words were said slowly, and simply because he meant them.