Sentimental Novels & Stories

This time, Calvin's question successfully elicited a teary laugh from Emily. Emily nodded and hugged Calvin tightly. To her, this was the most romantic thing she had ever experienced: loving and being loved. "Calvin, why am I feeling so sentimental?" Emily said as she wiped tears from her cheeks. She let go of her embrace and gazed at Calvin with a playful grin, as usual. "Because of you, I've become so mushy," Emily muttered, which only made Calvin find her even more endearing.

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That's when I lost my patience. "No, a pity date is the one I agreed to go on with you, but you know what? Forget it. I don't even feel sorry for you anymore. Leave me alone, Sam. Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. Don't even think about me. I wanted to still be friends with you but now I see that isn't possible. I have a strict no douchebags for friends rule that I need to adhere to." I yelled making sure that everyone outside could hear me.

We tend to do things that seems right only at that moment and later regret for having our mind function in such an absurd manner. I heard the main door of our house shut gently, indicating that he left. I sighed and dared not to spill any stupid tears from my tears. What was the point of crying now? I'd cry the whole night if it assures to make things better for me tomorrow. But I know it's not going to do anything except for draining me out of water. I silently walked to my bed and sat on it. There was this thing I knew about Brett. He doesn't get mad for unreadable things. He only gets angry if someone hits him in the nerve or hurts him in the hurt. Both the things happened today.

I don't know but Camellia was so sensitive, her fragile bony structure and her tears when she was bearing the pain. I couldn't help but purposefully placed a pillow beneath her head and touch her cheek to wipe that tear which had been bothering me. I was not an affectionate and caring man but in the moment it felt right to treat her like this. I was although enraged when I saw that look in her eyes, she was questioning my actions!

As though he could set you ablaze if he stared at you for a second too long or he could turn you to stone with the whisper of a touch. His loamy scent tickled her nostrils and her panties soaked further. He reminded her of earth. The rigidity and agility of soil and rocks. Fertility. The power humming through hard pebbled stones seemed borne into him. Like he controlled it. He was a bit like air too. Air was gentle and destructive. It all depends on the mood. It all depended on Xaver's mood and right now he watched her for a moment, a flick of curiosity dashing through his cyan eyes before being replaced with a glimmer of interest then turning to two beautiful expressionless pits. Empty.

her old soul perked up when she realizes who it is in front of her. She fumbled to stand up but Selena caught up to her first and kneeled in front of her, giving her a hug. Grandma’s old-woman scent connects to her mother’s embrace since she used to visit her with Daisy all the time. The beauty of grandmothers is they are extremely tender to their grandkids, more than their own children. Grandma Genesis is no exception, as she specializes in spoiling Selena, too. “Oh, my dear Bambi… I thought you have forgotten me. How long has it been? How are you?” the sweet but shaky old lady voice asked her, never losing the tightness of her wide grin.

Previously, I felt betrayed and hurt. The man who I thought I owed my life had now turned out to be the one ruining it. That thought made the pain worse. "The beautiful love which I felt from you has completely disappeared, Jihun. It completely has!" He chuckled darkly hearing me and with a smirk he stated, " Most things that disappear are beautiful! " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

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."