Sentimental Novels & Stories

Emotions crackled in the charged atmosphere, creating a tense exchange between mother and daughters, each word a reflection of the intense struggle they faced. Selena's reply carried the weight of her emotions, tears streaming down unabated. "It really does seem that way," she responded, her voice choked with sorrow. The room bore witness to the raw vulnerability in Selena's words, the unfiltered expression of her heartache as the perceived abandonment of her father unfolded before her. The air hung heavy with a poignant mix of despair and longing.

Simon quipped wittily and I turned my gaze away from the large monstrosity to him. “Why did he send this over again?” I asked, clasping my hand together and pursing my lips. “I have no need for flowers.“ “I have no need for them either,” Simon sighed, twirling his favorite fountain pen in his hand. “But dear, just to let you know, it’s not about the practicality of it. It’s all sentiment.” Ah. Sentiment. “I don’t think I can return this sentiment of his,” I replied slowly, looking back at the large bouquet. How had he sent it over here without causing a ruckus? “I don’t have any intention of letting him get close to me, ever again.”

She was a tempest of feelings, a whirlwind of memories, and the room resonated with the unspoken words that hung heavily in the air. Maiari's words were a cascade of emotions, a whirlwind of heartache and resentment. "The day when you played with my feelings, made me believe in love, cheated on me in the end, and left me," her voice quivered with the weight of her past pain. Her eyes, stormy and conflicted, bore into D'Andre's soul.

Reality is your dream, becoming a nightmare. "Don't just suck! Play with the darn thing. Give it some love. Feelings! Emotions! That face, fix it right this moment, show that you're enjoying it! My child, how would you please young master with that kind of stoic face?"

She knew he didn't feel anything for her but the way she could feel so many emotions from a simple black and white pencil drawing. Left her speechless.

Finishing the job. ****😑****

It was raining the first time she saw him. Aria was running out of her apartment lobby to meet up with her shift at work and he had been running in, away from from the dreary weather. Their eyes had met, or so she thought. She had come to a sudden halt and it had taken Pete honking loudly to get her moving again, but her eyes had remained on him. His short hair and full beard was wet and the drops of water running down his face made her feel strangely jealous. She wanted to be the water. She wanted to run down his body and feel the texture of his skin.

He was still in a position like he's about to leave the door. " I... I uh- uhm.." " You what!?" I actually jumped at his tone. " I forgot" I whispered and gazed to the floor with a feeling that I hadn't felt in a long while. Fear. He only sighed and walked out. He said nothing, did nothing and his behavior almost said nothing except it was revealing one thing. He's angry. =================== " So if we work with three ply two, we might make more progress" The Dorado exports officials are clearly here to bite more than what they can chew.

A mixed of mint and meadow grass scent. “ Go away, Mister Gregor! I don't want to be rude to you. I'm not in the mood to speak to anyone. “ Danielle's voice was full of sorrow. Instead of following her request, Anthony went closer to her and gave her a warm embrace. “ I know how you feel. But please let me stay by your side.” Anthony felt sad to see her mourning and he doesn't want to argue with her either. Danielle didn't object when she was held by him in his