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As the nurse wheeled him out, he overheard two other nurses gossiping nearby. “Did you hear? That livestreamer, Sean, is hospitalized here.” “I did! His wife treats him so well. She booked an entire floor for him.” “Wow… she’s the daughter of an affluent family and is still so attentive. I’m so jealous.” “Although I heard his wife had a lot of scandals before…” “So what? Can’t someone become loyal again for the person they love?” ‘Become loyal again for the person they love...’ James lowered his gaze and gave a bitter smile.

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

Joshua stared at her as she wiped her wet cheeks and shot him a scathing glance. "Danica." She raised a hand just as he was going to approach her. She repeated firmly, "Just stay there. Don't come any closer," and Joshua did. "Dan, I-I didn't---" "I didn't realize you thought so little of me," she stopped him off. "To believe that I'm stressing myself out because you're no longer paying attention to me, to think that I'm so unhappy and upset because you're ignoring me, only to realize that's how low you think of me?" Her tears dropped again, but she hastily brushed them away. "Yes, I've been in relationships with different guys before; I've hurt them, turned my back on them, and played with

He must have heard me. I quickly put my mouth my hands over my mouth. Hoping the Edison's didn't hear me. Mr Edison clicked a button on the remote in his hands and the movie started. The cinema staff served us drinks and popcorn while we watched the movie quietly. The movie was really interesting with so many poetic lines and an amazing plot. It was exactly the kind of movie I liked. "A heart attack is nothing compared to the pain of love unmet" "What worth is my life if not mirrored in your gaze? What purpose has my heart if it no longer echoes your name? I long for love that is not mine. I long for something I can never get" "My heart is yours keep it safe, hold onto it until we meet again

The message read, “How’s hope? I bet you didn't see me today. Don't blame me, I was caught up with work. I'll make out time for us to meet. How about a coffee at the Louis coffee shop tomorrow by 5:30 pm? Don't be late. I love you, Elena.” I was thrown into a state of confusion. Who was this anonymous? How does he know my baby's name? I couldn't get the answers I was searching for. All I had to do was close my eyes, try to push the thoughts aside and wait for the next day.

I looked into his blue eyes—dark, steady, full of something so raw it stole my breath. “I’ve spent the last year learning what love actually feels like,” he started. His voice was low, meant only for me. “It’s not the rush. It’s not the heat. It’s the quiet mornings when you’re still asleep and I watch you breathe. It’s the way you cry when you’re happy and the way you laugh when you’re sad. It’s holding you when the world feels like it’s ending. It’s knowing I’d give up everything—my job, my pride, my plans—just to keep you safe. To keep you mine.”

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I kissed her forehead, her tear-streaked cheeks, and finally her lips again with infinite tenderness. “No one else will ever touch you,” I whispered against her mouth. “You are my twin. My love. My everything. My whole world.” Lola smiled against my chest and hugged me even tighter, her body fitting perfectly against mine. “And you are mine. Forever.” We stood together in the moonlit clearing for a long, peaceful time, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms. The distant sounds of the party had long since faded into silence. The only thing that mattered now was the beautiful, forbidden love we had finally confessed and consummated.

I met her online, on some dating site. I can't remember which one exactly, I have so many on my phone, and this was sometime ago when I first returned to the country. We added each other on a few social medias, Snapchat, kik, and i*******m. What initially attracted me to her, was her long blonde hair, her big eyes that her makeup just made pop, and her very impressive deep cleavage. We chatted a little bit here and there, and eventually talked more. She loved sex, was very open about it, and enjoyed talking about it. I'm the exact same way, and it's gotten me into trouble a few times. So talking to someone with the same openness is always welcomed. She revealed to me that want really gets he

The Provençal sun might have set, but their love story was just beginning to shine. As the crickets sang outside the window, and the moon cast a silver glow on their intertwined bodies, Vincent whispered, "Je t'aime, Abigail." I love you. The words hung in the air, a testament to a love story that transcended time itself. And so they slept, dreaming of lavender fields, shared kisses under the olive tree, and endless days under the Provençal sun. Their love, like the lavender fields, was in full bloom, painting their world in shades of purple and gold.