Novel & Cerita Seventeen Couple

So it's not really a surprise to see it all over social media. As I was scrolling, a certain post caught my attention. It was a picture of Juliette and Caspian. His hand was on her waist, while Juliette looked as if she was hugging him. They were smiling at the camera. I stopped for a good few minutes, and then I realized...they do looked good together. They belong to each other.

he took a sip of his coffee. Adriana didn't respond immediately but continued to eat. The silence lingered for a few seconds before she broke it. " What about seventeen of them? Will that be enough to make up your mind? " Skyler's eyes snapped up to the blonde with a questioning look. What was the blonde going on about? " Are you talking about us going on a date seventeen of them? " Skyler stuttered in disbelief. Adriana beamed at him as if he had just made the smartest point. " That is what I am saying. "

We moved to the sitting room. “Come sit with me.” He suggested We moved to the couch with our drinks, soft music still playing. Resting against him, with his arm around my shoulder. He looked deep inside my eyes He pulls me closer while sitting together and starts kissing me deeply. He kissed me again, slower this time, his hand resting gently against my waist as the music played softly behind us. Somewhere beyond the apartment windows, New York continued rushing through the night, but inside, the world had narrowed to just the two of us.

Shares. I open the most recent video that was posted from my official account. The one Sebastian and I built together for our couples content, brand deals, and those nauseatingly perfect PR packages. In the video, Marcellus is shirtless in this exact suite, holding the camera with one hand while I lie passed out behind him, my hair a wild mess, my lipstick smudged, that ridiculous diamond flashing on my finger as it drapes over the pillow. "Hey everyone," he says in the clip, his eyes sparkling again. "I'd like everyone to meet my wife.. Say hello to the new Mrs Gregory."

I looked at the man that I had been in a relationship with for seven years and silently disapproved of his friends’ conversation. Jeremy seemed to read my thoughts. He pinched my cheek and said lovingly, “Let’s get married after I win this bet.” Right outside the door, something dropped and hit the ground with a thud. It was Bailey Scott. Her face was pale as she turned around and ran away. Jeremy, who had been so gentle to me just a moment ago, chased after Bailey. His fingernail brushed my cheek and left a small cut. Everyone looked at me, Jeremy’s official girlfriend, with mockery.

"I checked your shift—no night duty. Can you clock out? Just picked up some fresh Boston lobster. Gonna cook it for you tonight." The second his lips touched me, my skin crawled. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but now my stomach twisted and my chest felt tight. I stood, brushed him off, voice tight. "Wait outside." As I shrugged off my lab coat, Emma, the new intern, sipped her milk tea and muttered, "Dr. Zander, your husband treats you so well. I hope I find someone like that someday." I paused, then turned. "Don't count on it. Rely on yourself. Love and guys? Just bonus points in life."

I scrolled through my phone to pass the time. But then, my thumb froze. A promotional video posted by the official Luxe Hotel account. Limited-time Couple’s Suite Special, the caption read, complete with sparkles and hearts. The reel’s thumbnail stared me right in the face.There, front and center, were Warren and Desiree—smiling, picture-perfect, framed in soft lighting like a magazine ad.

"As long as you're okay with it and you'll follow what I want, you can do what you want. But just don't come home late, and if you do, I'll just pick you up. But if you're afraid of people finding out you're already married, just tell them that I'm your brother's friend and Christian is busy, so I'm the one picking you up." She stared at Elijah as he spoke while looking at the screen of his phone. If nothing bad happened, Elijah would be okay to be a friend or even a brother, given their age gap. She was eighteen, while Elijah was 27 years old, the same age as her brother. She lowered her gaze to his lips, they were red as if he had lip balm with color on them. Her eyes squinted. "Do you lik

Eighty-Seven The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city. Florence and Chaos were seated at a cozy table in a rooftop restaurant, the city lights twinkling below them. The soft music, the gentle breeze, and the romantic ambiance set the perfect stage for their first anniversary celebration. As they sipped on their drinks, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They reminisce about their journey together, the challenges they had overcome, and the love that had blossomed between them. They laughed, they smiled, and they dreamed, their hearts filled with gratitude and hope.

He clenched his jaw. "Did you guys quarrel?" "We're the happiest couple..." Beck chuckled, bland. He gulps his whiskey and then puts the glass back on the table. “Vanilla is back.” Nick raised his eyebrows. "Wow! Amazing, you have a fiancé and a lover. I'm so jealous of you, Dude." There was a hint of sarcasm in Nick's words, sadly too thin for Beck to notice. "I'm serious, I just love Sophie."