Spitfire In Love Novels & Stories

I wouldn't attend the company banquet, but I would send someone to publicize all the evidence I had gathered on Frank's infidelity during this time. After making all the arrangements, I arrived at the villa's backyard. I lit a fire there and threw all the photos Frank and I had taken over the years into it—photos we had taken while vacationing at the beach together, photos of us kissing on our wedding day, photos we took to commemorate climbing to the top of a mountain… The photos quickly curled and blackened in the flames. Eventually, they turned to ash and scattered away with the wind. It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal.

"No, it is not that simple. The moment that person loves you then you love them back, you will feel a burning sensation on your mark and it will glow signifying that as true love then the curse will be broken. If it does not, then you will remain immortal until you will find your true love." "THAT IS LUDICROUS!" I roared at her. "This will serve as a lesson, to both of you,” she said as she took turns in looking at Nathaniel and I, “ You will be watched. I will make sure that my descendants will watch your progress. Until then, good luck." Then the room went back to normal but the spot where Florence stood was vacant. She had disappeared, leaving us to deal with the aftermath. As for the wom

🎤Who'd have thought this is how the pieces fit You and I shouldn't even try making sense of it I forgot how we ever came this far I believe we had reasons but I don't know what they are Some blame it on my heart, oh Love moves in mysterious ways It's always so surprising When love appears over the horizon I'll love you for the rest of my days But still it's a mystery How you ever came to me Which only proves Love moves in mysterious ways🎤 +++++ "Hey you keep on smiling like an idiot there, you are scaring me." Sam disturb me from my daydreaming. I throw my pillow to him, but he catch it.

The discussion on Twitter gradually went off-topic as it shifted to me instead. The user who had encountered me back then had posted several photos and a video. In the blizzard, I was pictured kneeling on the stone steps with my hands clasped as I looked in the direction of Highspire Hall. Since Caleb had released a statement denying his relationship with me, I was certain that no one would assume that I was doing it for him. Even if someone made the connection, they wouldn't have any proof.

A love that's burning inside of him, the sort that goes for eternity. She's mesmerized by his softness, a yearn developed in her belly. Those words, "I like you too," came to the tip of her mouth as butterflies flew inside her stomach with their proximity but never came out. Tanvi was striving to resist the temptation caused by his charm when he was this close. Her heartbeat increased drastically. A slight movement of her face will brush his stubbled cheek. The thought itself made fire rush up to her cheeks.

I really love you, Abby exclaims. Debbie felt the sincerity of that voice and it must be Abby. How she wish that is it her. ‘Look Alexis, I don’t know you and I’m so sorry. I’m in love with someone now.’ Debbie excuse herself for a moment. She cries and walks out the garden. Abby follows her and whispers again. ‘Why you’re crying? You’re not alone. I’m here for you and embrace Debbie. Come on, sweet, can we have dinner now? ‘

"Don't get too cocky, Thomas!" I sidestepped just in time, and the water splashed harmlessly onto the floor. Disgusted by his antics, I retaliated, flinging my own cupful of water right at his face. He yelped like a soaked pup caught in the rain. "I'd love to see if Yvonne would stick with you if you were useless, Thomas!" His eyes blazed with spite, his rage flaring up in the flickering firelight. Out of nowhere, he lunged, trying to shove me into the stove. I teetered, nearly toppling over from the force.

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“Spitfire.” “Ayr please,” I whisper as I realise he has threaded his other hand around one of mine. I have to shut my eyes as a wave of adoration hits. I want this so badly. To go back in time before he shouted out that he loved Elle. Forced or not, it crucifies me every time. With my eyes still shut, I feel his breath on my fingers and tentatively reach one out, stroking his cheek, dislodging flakes of mud.