Novel & Cerita Story Books Love

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

She rattled on about how she loves to read books especially love stories and how happy she’s to get a new friend who happens to share the same hobby with her. I don’t fancy love stories because I can easily predict what’s gonna happen next like who wouldn’t? Besides, it’s kind of boring to read the same plot repeatedly; boy meeting the girl, girl meeting the boy, starting from simple infatuation to attraction, then one of’em will confess, and BAM! They start dating and blah blah blah. It’s predictable. I’d rather read genres like adventure, action, crime, thriller, fantasy, etc., where things’re not much predictable plus you’ve to use your brain. At least you can learn something new. “Here w

Love is something special we all deserve to be loved ,we come across bad people but our human nature allows us to love again.Nomatter how hurting it might be sometimes we move on and love again. Loving feels great ,makes one so happy,it makes one explore more.We all want to love and be loved everyone deserves happiness.This story is about a graduate by the name Lucinda who is going to get a job at a firm who never believed in love until she met a very good looking man who gave her true love.He showed her that really love shouldnt hurt,he had his imperfections but he tried so hard to be good for her always she finally fell in love and since then she believed in love.

For now, I would try to relax. While choosing from some of the novels that Karen left here, I was glad that I still knew how to read. Mom said that what I picked was the one Karen kept on reading beside me for the past two weeks. My friend told Mom that it was indeed my favorite love story. It was about a romantic couple that stood the test of time. The guy hurt his girlfriend so much, but in the end, love proved that it conquers everything. The woman was able to forgive him for what he had done. After all, the past would be forever in the past, and nothing or no one could ever change that.

Aira "How about we skip straight to dessert?" Mr. Gab’s voice dropped an octave, vibrating through the small space between us. He looked at me with an intensity that made me want to moan his name right this instant. "I feel like a kid who wants his dessert before the meal is even served." "Sure," I whispered, a slow, predatory smile creeping across my lips. I reached out, my fingers curling into the fabric of his expensive shirt, and dragged him toward the oversized leather couch.

Something normal. I carry my plate to the sitting room. Distraction. That’s what I need. I settle on a random rom-com, letting it play in the background. It doesn’t work. Because my mind drifts anyway. Alexander teaching me how to ride a bicycle. “Don’t let go!” “I won’t. ” A lie. Alexander teaching me how to fly a kite. Alexander standing in front of my bullies, his voice low and dangerous. Alexander doing my homework while I watched, pretending I understood everything.

“Really? You want to know that?” He nodded once. “Tell me.” I thought for a second. “I loved The Secret Garden. Evelyn used to read it to me when Isadora first started changing. It made me believe that even dead places could bloom again if someone cared enough.” Lucian’s expression softened just a fraction. “That fits you. Always hoping things will get better.” “What about you?” I asked, feeling brave. “Did you have any favorite stories when you were little?” He looked away for a moment, like the question made him uncomfortable. “My father didn’t have much time for stories. But there was one book about a warrior who protected his kingdom no matter the cost. I read it until the pages fell out

“No one gets to hurt you. Not anymore.” Tears blurred my vision, but it wasn’t pain — it was the overwhelming, devastating force of feeling loved like this. Claimed like this. His cock stroked that aching spot inside me over and over until I was shaking, clawing at the desk, crying out his name. “I need you to feel it,” Kian growled, moving faster, rougher. “Feel how much I love you. Feel how you belong to me.” “I do—” I gasped, the world spinning. “I’m yours, Kian. Always.”

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.