Sentimental Novels & Stories

“Hey, beautiful. If you’re listening to this, then I’m gone and Remy is playing this message for you. I know, it's a little strange to hear my voice after I’m gone. It’s going to be really hard without me. But Remy and Kai are there for you. Lean on them when you get sad, lonely, want to cry, or, hell, want to laugh. Want a date to dinner? Call them. When you need to feel muscular arms around you or something more, call on them. People are going to pressure you to get back out there, but I know you. You don’t need strangers, you need the familiar. With that, I give you permission to be happy. I believe one of these two jokers is the right man for the job. I trust them. They promised me they

So, this was what people meant by that last burst of energy before the end. I was sent back to my private room. My parents and the others surged forward at once, crowding around my bed. I spoke to them weakly. We talked for a long, long time. They seemed to realize what was going on because each of them fought back tears and tried to smile. Their smiles looked worse than their tears, though. I wanted to tease them for it, but the moment I opened my mouth, a violent coughing fit tore through me. When the coughing passed, I didn't try to talk again. I just scrutinized each of their faces, wanting to etch them deep into my memory. The love in their eyes made me feel that this trip through the h

she said bluntly. "Well, I really don't care were you put me in your clearly miserable life but at least I know that as we speak, I am important because of what I possess. I know of your sentimental attachment to this purse and it's content. I know it was the last gift from your brother, may his soul rest in perfect peace, and the picture in it is the only one you have of yourself with your late father, may his soul rest in peace as well. Correct me if I'm wrong."

to peek through that expensive suit and say my name. ​Luke’s gaze swept over me. It didn't linger. It didn't soften. To him, I was just another faceless employee in a cheap blazer standing in his way. He didn't even blink. He just kept walking, the scent of his expensive cologne lingering in the air where the smell of sea salt used to be. ​He didn't just forget his memory. He had forgotten his soul.

I would find a way to make you mine. ------- As we sat in the car, I felt good, the kind of good that made me want to close my eyes and just breathe in his presence. I could smell Aiden's cologne—its scent sweet and distinctively masculine, wrapping around me. It was one of the many things I loved about him. His manly scent always drew me closer, and I couldn't resist being lost in it.

cried the little girl Loathefiya on the lady arms, who was stroking her back and whispered in a decent voice, “It’s alright…..shoo…..its alright my dear….” “I MISS MAMA AND PAPA……WAAAA!!! I MISS THEM” cried the girl aloud. The driver’s seat opened and Kayle stepped out shutting the door. He stood there in regards as his ears could hear the cry of Loathefiya and his heart poured in blood of regards by the sadness. He gazed up at the night sky and whispered inwards, “It’s so cruel….its so cruel for such a little child…….” he sighed speaking, “what type of world we are in….strange?”

To my dismay, Cain nodded. "I'm sure." When I said nothing, he walked over to where I stood and pulled me into his chest. I felt tears brim my eyes as I closed them and sank into the embrace. I paid special attention to the rhythm of the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took, remembering how he smelt and what his touch felt like, gentle but protecting. "Don't let the memory of me keep you from letting someone else love you," he said, his voice just barely above a whisper.

UNDENIABLE AFFECTION Mr. Hampton stayed quiet, he was lost in thoughts. He could not believe his own daughter could betray him and go against his plans just like that, he bit his lips continuously. Just then his phone rang, it was Barbara’s call. He looked at his phone and frowned, the phone continued to ring and he did not pick up. The phone rang for the third time and he managed to pick it but stayed quiet.

I picked it up and read the message written. 'Welcome to my world, Cheap Dress -L' I instantly felt my head burn the moment I finished reading the message. I rolled my eyes and inserted it back in the bouquet. Your world your ass, old man! As I was about to place the bouquet back, I saw a white rose with a small card. "How about this Sheryl? Who sent this?" I asked. "Oh that one, I'm not quite sure. That was sent just a while ago, with an unkown sender."