Strawberry Guy Without You Novels & Stories

Over the past three years, I'd bought strawberries countless times, and just as many times I'd heard him frown and say, "Don't eat so many. Strawberries are so sweet. You'll break out in pimples again." I casually picked up an orange and heard Gordon ask me, "Candice, where's Elias?" Everyone looked over. I didn't look up as I peeled the orange. "He had something urgent to take care of." "Looks like you two are a lost cause," Gordon replied, sounding disappointed. "But no worries, the other couple is sure to work out." Ivan's gaze lingered on me for a moment, then moved away. "The documentary's starting." His voice was slightly breathy as he casually handed Rebecca a strawberry, as if it wer

I’ll finish the game first and come to the hospital later. The call disconnected. Each beep felt like something inside me breaking. When no one loves you, even dying wouldn’t matter to anyone. By the time I left the hospital, it was already evening. I called Ronan, wanting to talk about the divorce. He didn’t answer. Then suddenly my phone flooded with notifications from a group chat. I opened it. Brynn had posted a video. Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her.

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

Maybe he planned it with his best friend to push me into kissing someone else. My phone buzzed, I checked it immediately, it was a notification of a W******p message. I clicked it and it revealed Serena sent me a photo, it loaded for two seconds and the picture came into view. A photo of the hickey on her neck. Another message entered. [Told you he's mine] [He couldn't live with a woman who threw herself at a stranger in a club, so he chose peace over drama] I shut my eyes in frustration. I left the mansion for her already, why the hell is she still texting me?

It took her a moment to steady herself as she processed the fact that Raven was standing there because of her. “I’ll start with the obvious,” she said, her voice strained, as she stepped closer to him. “I’m past my fertile window. That’s why this shouldn’t even be happening. I know you're going through a rough time after your breakup with Zerra. You act like it doesn’t bother you, but I can see that it does. You only come to me when you need to feel something, but after that, it’s like nothing ever happened. Honestly, I don’t like it, and I won’t be that person for you. So, fix yourself without using me.”

Vittoria shouted, now on her knees, clutching Roderick to her chest. I stood above them, calm. Slowly, I ran my tongue over my lips. “Oops. I forgot my groom was deathly allergic to strawberry.” __

The gardener was nowhere in sight and I could only guess he was done for the day. When I got to the strawberries, I however couldn’t keep my hands to myself. They were so ripe and big, it was hard to look away. Salivating, I took out my phone from my pocket and dialed Damien’s number. It rang for a while before he picked up. “Hi.” I said, suddenly feeling nervous. “Hi pumpkin, do you need anything?” He asked, sounding busy. “Uhm no, not really.” I said, scratching my neck. “I’m sorry I left you hanging, the issue of the scandal is proving harder than I thought. I’ll make sure to head back to you immediately when I am done.” He offered.

I say, leaning over to gently lick the strawberry juice off her nipple. “She likes that,” she gasps, her fingers going into my hair and tugging slightly. I growl softly and take longer than I’d planned sucking on her nipple before pulling off. I take the strawberry between my teeth and lean forward, offering for her to bite the other half. When she does, I begin kissing her, chewing the strawberry out of my way but letting the taste of Cyra mingle with the taste of the strawberry.

I sneered. He let out a piercing scream and collapsed on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. Through the pain, he still tried to explain himself. "Uncle Jeremiah has stayed away from women for over 30 years. And everyone knows he's infertile because of his condition. I just didn't think he'd marry you and even have a child with you." "And that's your excuse for killing my child? I begged you to make one phone call to confirm it. You refused and even smashed my phone," I retorted.

Their laughter lingered in the air, echoing into the distance. That woman was Sophia—Mason's first love, the one who had always been untouchable in his heart. One day, the Moore family went bankrupt overnight, and Sophia was forced to leave the country to stay with relatives abroad. And just like that, their love story ended. Slowly, Mason and I began to cross paths more often. I watched him numb his pain with alcohol until the early hours, all because of Sophia. I saw him defy his family, fighting tooth and nail in her name. And through those reckless, turbulent days, I remained quietly by his side.