Romantic You Make Me Happy Novels & Stories

You two will be seeing each other more often from now on, so it's best not to make things more awkward…" "Alright. I'll go." I calmly agreed. My answer caught Gabriel off guard. He then sent another voice message with a delighted tone. "That's great, Rhea. I love it when you're so kind and forgiving. See you tomorrow." After hanging up the call, I took one last look at the empty room before me. I then turned and left, having no more attachment to it all. Goodbye, Gabriel.

All I have to do is say the word, and he is ready to right his wrongs. When my husband whispered, "Baby, making you happy is my greatest desire," my anger melted away like butter, and my anger was replaced by pure arousal. Rome has a remarkable ability to show me through his words and actions how incredibly talented he is. The man's words and actions made me feel utterly cherished and adored.

“What about you? You're handsome as well, and besides, you always know what to say or do you make me hapoy, and seeing them will make me happy as well.” As i explained, he kissed me. “You always have the right thing to say to make me feel better. I love you so much…”

"Eight years of marriage? You've long destroyed all semblance of any relationship we once shared. It's not even worth mentioning anymore. "I already told you that I don't want you to show up in front of me. The best thing you can do to make it up to me is to ensure that I never have to see your face ever again. I put my arm around Summer and got into the car, which drove off at once. Amelia collapsed into sobs behind us. Sitting in the car, Summer leaned against me and started expressing her anticipation for our life abroad. "Let's have our wedding on a grassy field somewhere abroad. What do you say? That would be so romantic. I even saved a bunch of ideas for the setup."

She orders a lemon squash for us, good cause sometimes being wild in our age isn't really good enough for our health. "Hey, Gabbi is everything okay?" She asked. "Everything is fine Franki, why are you keep asking me that question?" "Nothing babe just want to make sure," she smiles then drink her lemon squash. After she take a sipped of it she pulls me by my wrist to follow her into the dance floor, but I refuse cause I'm not in the mood so I let her dance by herself. I laugh over her funny move until Enrico came and put his arm around her waist.

This time I joined him. Lovin' you is easy 'cause you're beautiful Makin' love with you is all I wanna do Lovin' you is more than just a dream come true And everything that I do is out of lovin' you La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la Do do do do do No one else can make me feel The colors that you bring Stay with me while we grow old And we will live each day in springtime 'Cause lovin' you has made my life so beautiful

Romance, in general, seemed annoying now. Sighing, I try to muster a genuine smile for Scarlett's happiness. "I'm genuinely glad things are going well for you, Scarlett," I say, my voice tinged with a mix of envy and frustration. "But honestly, romance and 'happily ever after' just seem like a big headache lately."

Damian stood there, arms crossed, waiting for an explanation that made sense. “You mean…” His eyes searched my face carefully. “You’re Kathryna Grayson?” I nodded, pulling up the hem of my dress just enough to show him the scar on my thigh from a roller coaster accident when I turned fourteen. It was the kind of proof no stranger could fake. His whole body seemed to give out at once. He pulled me into his arms without hesitation, holding on like he was scared I might disappear again if he let go. “You’re Kathryna Grayson?” he asked again, quieter this time, like he still couldn’t believe it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

And I know I'll do everything in my power to make sure they're happy and loved. ###############

"I wouldn't mind a hot night with a baseballer." "Okay first of all," I quickly corrected her, "Nate's not my boyfriend." "Oh sorry, your highness," she joked. "I forgot how particular you are when it comes to titles." "You're so traditional with that stuff," Conner added, "like waiting for the guy to make it official." "It's not that I'm traditional," I countered. "I'm just a bit of a hopeless romantic." "We know," Nikki smiled. "And we can't hold that against you."