Spitfire In Love 소설 & 이야기

"What is there to talk about? You don't trust me. You don't expect me to force myself on you, do you?" Spitfire didn't know why he was so mad. He just wanted to have a fun, sexy time with Guru. Sure he wanted to play a bit rough, but Guru seemed to like that. But then he'd lost his mind, attacked the tom he was falling for and there was no surprise in Guru no longer trusting Spitfire to dominate him.

Looking at Jonathan, his skin darkened and peeling from the sun, I laughed—then cried. When my head was forced down for the third time, my body finally gave out and collapsed to the ground. Echoing in my ears were the words he had once said countless times, "Chloe, wait for me three years. Just three years, and we can be together forever." But Jonathan… the reckless devotion you once showed in loving me has now become the very reason you hurt me. So this time, I'm not going to wait for you anymore. … While I was unconscious, the wound on my back was stitched and bandaged again.

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me. All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of. At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen. Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart. Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks."

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

"I'm tired of pretending that we are okay. When I know deep down that we can't be. And you. . . I'm sure at some point you've realized that too, but you keep hanging on to this stupid love fantasy that maybe, someday a day will come when I would love you as you love me. But, Doris that would never happen. I don't love you and I would never love you. The sex was good, yes. However, you must learn to differentiate between lust and love. So the earlier you break out of your fantasy world and step into reality the better it would be for both of us." Doris' heart was tearing apart with each word he hauled at her. What did she do so wrong? Why was he hurting her this way? She blinked her eyes prev

I opened it and read it silently and my face beamed with blessedness. “Darling I hope you are pushing on with life. I wish I could have been near you; I would have whispered something into your ears. But it is not yet too late. Iet me just whisper it close to your ears assuming that I am beside you. I love you with my life. Receive my great love my sweetheart."

He tossed a jacket at Trevin and shot me a look that could kill. "Ms. Lawrence, I get that tomorrow's the big day, but could you tone it down? This mess… not even a suit can hide it…" "This has nothing to do with her!" Trevin slipped on the jacket and shot me a glare, his voice laced with irritation. "Wren got hit with a love spell last night, and I was just trying to help, but now she's making a mountain out of a molehill."

Yet, with me, his love burned so fiercely it bordered on madness. It wasn't until I watched the video Rosa sent me that I finally saw the truth. Salvatore did love me, but he wanted to protect Rosa. A sharp pain tightened in my chest until I could hardly breathe. As it turned out, my father had been right all along. The only person I could ever trust was myself. I brushed away the tears, opened the safe, and pulled out the revolver I hadn't touched in years. The first shot tore through our wedding photo. The bullet split it clean down the middle, right between our joined hands.

James picked up Harrison before turning to Monica, saying, "Since everything has been settled, let's go and eat our dinner." His arrogant indifference pissed Derek off so much that he kicked a bag that hadn't been destroyed in the fire just yet. It was a tote bag made of fire-resistant material—a gift James gave me on the day he proposed to me. "Alice, even though I can't give you a comfortable life right now, I can give you my one and only love. Like this bag I'm giving you now, my love will live on forever, even in the most devastating of fires." Well, half of his promise came true. The bag did survive a devastating fire. That being said, James never noticed the bag in the corner the entir

“Because if memory serves, you once said—and I quote—‘Don’t ever fucking call me that. I loathe it.’” A broken sound left her lips—half-laugh, half-sob. “I loved it once. Then hated it. Now… I think I love it again.” “Well, damn. That’s a full character arc,” he murmured, loosening his grip just enough to see her face. “One hell of a journey,” she agreed, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. He cupped her face, staring into her eyes as if he could see the dark, ruined thing that was her soul through them.