Someone To Love Me Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

All the way to the part of me that was terrified. “My fear isn’t just about losing people,” I said quietly. “It’s about… falling in love with someone who isn’t real. Who just pretends to care and then leaves. But there’s something worse than that. I’m scared of loving someone I think is going to be mine forever. Someone who becomes part of my everyday. The shared moments, the laughter, the love, the everyday updates, all of it. And then one day, it’s just gone. They’re gone. And I’m left with nothing but memories of someone who was supposed to stay.” My voice broke a little on that last part.

Anything else. That’s when I remember the library book I should’ve returned weeks ago. The librarian’s probably going to bite my head off—but honestly? I don’t care. I’ve read that book so many times, I could quote it in my sleep. The romance between the Prince of England and the American president’s son… what started as hate turned into something powerful, something unstoppable. A love so intense, not even the gods could break them apart. I dream of a love like that. But in my messy little life, it feels impossible.

The way he’d walked off like I was nothing. I got it now. He didn’t like me. Not even a little. And no amount of standing too close or pretending I didn’t care was going to change that. I smiled into my glass, the expression breaking as fast as it formed. A tear slipped out anyway, hot and embarrassing. I wiped it away with the back of my hand, but it didn’t help the weight sitting in my chest. “I’m always unlucky when it comes to love,” I murmured to no one. “Everyone I’ve ever loved… never loved me back.”

I can’t afford to hire the wrong person this time. Matt watched the pulse beating at the base of her throat. He knew she was telling the truth or she wouldn’t have sacrificed her dignity to plead with him. And he couldn’t help thinking of the young boy who’d recently lost his father. Still, he wasn’t about to let a moment of sentimentality dim his principles. Not that he still cared about her one way or the other, of course. Over the years, he’d enjoyed plenty of other women. He’d told some of them he loved them without meaning it because they’d wanted that, and he never bedded a woman he didn’t feel affection towards. But Sierra was the only one he’d said that to and meant it. And he suspec

Then, I put on a dress and sit in the vanity to do some light makeup. I love this new me. I look bright, healthy, and happy. I’m in college doing what I want to do. I have a boyfriend who loves me back, and I’m proud of myself for making it this far. I’ve worked hard for this. I can finally see a ray of hope. Good job, you! My phone suddenly rings on the nightstand. Lora’s name appears on the screen. I answer right away. “Hey, Lors. What’s up?”

It was unbelievable. But most of all, he’d really liked having someone to talk to. Someone who listened, who cared, who seemed to really get him. He was falling for this girl. He couldn’t believe it, but he really was. And now, after all that, had she left? He opened the front door, and there she was. Samantha. She had been opening the door at the same time.

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I wave my hand dismissively. “I am going home.” I told her. “We can bring him here.” Xavier scowled reaching to his phone. I shook my head and headed out against little one’s protests. It is half an hour journey from this house to ours. All the time in the car, I looked out of the window. The city is so bright like almost all the colors are covering it like a blanket. I felt so light yet so heavy. It is finally over. I thought of everything happened till now. How did I fall in love with the person who abused me? I think hard. I was attracted to him the moment I laid eyes on him. There were struggles, pleasure, love, hate and especially, there is life and art and colors. Smiling to myself, I