Spark Of Love Novels & Stories

“Freya, I’m sorry I made you doubt me. I do want you. More than my next breath. I know this is early, but… I think I’m in love with you.” Her eyes welled instantly. “You do?” I smiled. “Yeah. I do.” I leaned in and kissed her. And that’s when the sparks hit. Not the intense, comforting-lust storm I got with Nyx. These were softer. Present. Different. But still real. I pulled back, and we just stared at each other, wide-eyed. “What the hell was that?” I yelped. Okay, not the manliest reaction, but seriously—what the fuck?

God, that woman is insufferable. I’m making my way back to Rivers hotel when I pass a flower shop, I stop at look at the flowers and I pick a bouquet of sunflowers, yellow tulips and a few daisies. River is going to love this. I pay the nice lady at the shop and leave my tip for the café in the jar and walk back out. I get back to her hotel in what seems like 10 minutes. I go up to her room and let myself in with the key she gave me. I set the bag and coffee on the counter and walk into the room. I don’t notice River at first, all I hear is the sad song from the romance movie playing and that’s when I see her.

"Check this out! I had someone pick this up from overseas. It's cutting-edge." She revealed a spray that looked like an asthma reliever. "Take a guess. It's the latest breakthrough, supposed to work wonders for your health." "Thanks," I said, giving it a brief look before setting it aside. She did not press on, seeing my lack of excitement. For the next few days, she was all in, the picture-perfect partner—rushing home from work, cooking up a storm, and springing little surprises on me. However, my composed demeanor never wavered.

The candlelight danced across their skin, casting shadows that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their hearts. Vivi found herself at the center, surrounded by the men she loved. Xander's strength was her foundation, Kane's calm her soothing balm, and Dax's passion her spark. Together, they wove a tapestry of love, each thread intertwined with the others, strengthening their bond with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered promise.

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

Frank instantly turned pale, and the guests below the stage started becoming restless. Aside from intimate photos of him and Johanna, the screen also displayed a marriage certificate as well as evidence that he and Darcy had been secretly married for many years. The name written on the certificate was clearly Darcy Cowell. Finally, the screen showed Darcy's pregnancy test report and miscarriage report. Frank's microphone fell onto the stage with a clunk, whereupon it let out an ear-piercing screech.

Once outside, Flora Amor greeted everyone with a radiant smile. Camera flashes erupted from every direction as she stepped onto the peach carpet. She waited for her mother, then slipped her arm through hers, and together they walked down the aisle. Whispers followed them, but Flora Amor searched for only one face. Another song filled the air—LOVE OF MY LIFE by Jim Brickman. She felt weightless, as if floating. The lyrics seemed to be Dixal’s unspoken vow, sung straight from his heart. When she looked at him, he was staring back, unmoving. She caught him bowing his head, discreetly wiping away a tear.

"You kept calling me over something this trivial? Was that really necessary? Do you know, because of you, I was a minute late lighting the birthday fireworks for Luna Whitmore? She cried because she was so upset!" I subconsciously held my lower abdomen. In that one minute—delayed because he ignored my calls—I had been enduring the pain of massive bleeding. Nevertheless, I didn’t hysterically argue or question him. I just spoke softly, "Sorry for interfering with your important matters." Then, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, and his tone softened slightly. "As long as you’re not picking a fight." He pulled a half-burnt sparkler from his pocket and tossed it to me like a favor. "Luna i

This realization was what hurt Bella more than seeing Damian choose to save Dakota instead of her. Damian's mood was growing volatile. He threw his hands around her and squeezed desperately. "Please! It's not what you think! Believe me! I love you! I just love you too much!" he cried. "I was just scared that I'm not good enough for you! I'm scared that if you ever saw a side of me that's imperfect, you'd stop loving me! "Just this thought drove me mad! I was just so scared of it!" He started to sob. Tears splashed onto her hands.

His body slumped, his love a spark that burned through his pain, his every move a vow to stand by her. Bryan’s echo pulsed in her mind, a ghostly whisper, his voice heavy with love. “Jessica… you’re our truth.” His glow was gone, but his hope lingered, a faint spark that shielded her heart. “Bind it… but stay with us.” His presence flickered, disrupting Vynia’s threads, his sacrifice a wound that fueled her resolve, his love a vow that echoed in her soul.