Sentimental Novels & Stories

then after that, you will be in a better mood". "So what did aunt want to talk about so early in the morning anyway ?" she asked "Just going over the last-minute things and how I'm going to surprise Jeanie and Jade at the party," I told her as I'm pulling into a parking space. Walking into the coffee house my wolf howled at the smell of coffee in my head, after ordering my mocha latte and finding a table waiting for aunt ellen to arrive I catch this faint scent of something that I can't even describe, but just as quickly as it came it left a few seconds later my aunt walks in " Sorry dear were you waiting long ?" she asked me sitting down in the chair across from me " No ma'am just got here

Soft. Warm.

“Drop it.” He doesn’t. “You know your father’s not stupid. He’s watching. So whatever you’re doing with her—” “I’m not doing anything.” He laughs under his breath. “You keep telling yourself that.” The gala is a blur of champagne, fake smiles, and deals that smell like blood money. Valentina sticks to me like a shadow, laughing too loud, touching my arm too often. Every camera flash feels like a warning light. “You’re awfully quiet tonight,” she teases.

Her emotions swung like a pendulum, from moments of numbness to intense bouts of sorrow. During one particularly harrowing evening, Ava curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her face, usually full of life and warmth, was marred by the shadow of heartache. "I just feel so lost, Peyton," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "Like a part of me is missing, and I don’t know how to get it back."

hmmm sob*sob* hmmm. "Hmmm sob*sob* hmmm...hey...hi, ahmmm pretty sure you hear me, or I am just assuming...hmmm just want to say, ahmmm, look I am in love again, but it is a one-way path of love just like what you have been through with me, you take the one-way path of getting to me and I regret not to meet you halfway and now you are gone...hmmmm I know you feel alone too because I feel alone as well the whole time I left you...all I want is to say I am sorry, I am so sorry, the person I am in loved with again is I need to let go as well like you...hmmmm sorry...for everything...hmmmm sob*sob*hmmmm"

"Mmmm, feel that Lisa? That's what you do to me you sexy woman." His words were sweet and sensual, but not nearly hard core enough. Marc's voice rushed through her ears, his desires far more akin to her own. "Shit, Lisa. I knew you were beautiful, but damn, baby..." He leaned down and brushed his nose along her shoulder, a smile creeping onto his mouth as she watched him. "Is this your fantasy or mine?" She laughed softly, the sound as sensual as she hoped it would be. "Mine." "Mine," she whispered as the wind picked up. Tears burned her gaze and the moment faded, her present position so damning to her soul. She moved away a little, touching her stomach and letting out a false sound of pain.

I almost feel bad for him, losing everything for little barren old me' ###############