روايات وقصص ضمن Stuck In Love

"You have me shipped to Hawaii and then one day, I see on the news that the most eligible bachelor in Manhattan, which is you, is getting married tomorrow!" "You say shipped like you hadn't been the one to request going there," I say. "And you don't read the news, you must have heard the gossip from somewhere. And yes, I am, how is that a reason for you barging into my office even though I was sure I made it clear that you weren't allowed here anymore." She scoffs and folds her hands. I know this stand, and I know what she's going to say. The words that she has to use in her head are limited. "You can't just send me away. We've been together for five years."

V I toss and turn, trying to get Jordan out of my head. But that kiss... His hand on my cheek... It was only a peck, but the heat behind it awakened feelings within me that I haven’t felt in a long time. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ I chastise myself. ‘You’ve been here for less than 24 hours, and you sure as hell should not be getting involved with anyone, let alone someone like him.’ I sigh angrily and roll onto my stomach, punching my pillow a few times to get comfortable. #

Stacey said from behind Arthur, leaning on the wall. Turning to look at her, Arthur frowned. "Leave me alone will ya?" He asked in a soft voice, trying to walk past her, but he stopped when she began talking. "Never, I'm in love with you Arthur Stark, and so are you… I think we should just be together now, instead of denying the feelings, don't you think?" Stacey said, it was clear that she was drunk, judging by the way she was carrying herself and talking. Or was she just pretending to be drunk?

She loved the sounds of her new last name and him calling her his wife. She had never known such happiness and pure joy before. “Angelo Tsarkopolis, you have swept me off my feet. I can’t believe we’re married. The handsome man I accidentally bumped into on the street and dumped coffee all over,” she said as she ran a finger down his chest, “is now my husband. It’s all so incredible.”

“Take it. Show me how much you love having your mouth fucked.” I moaned helplessly in answer. The vibration made his hips stutter. His grip in my hair tightened almost to the point of pain, and he started thrusting harder, shorter, using me with pure focused need. Spit flew. My mascara had to be a disaster. My knees scraped against the rough concrete and I didn’t care. All I could do was kneel there and take every thick inch while my body betrayed how desperately turned on it made me.

He looked at me as if he were trying to hold himself together and failing. "It wasn't until I found the evidence and heard what Jessica said herself that I understood. I kept lying to myself. I thought the person I loved was Jessica, but the truth is..." His eyes reddened. "The truth is, I started loving you a long time ago." He continued, his words rough and uneven, "Those five years in the church, I told myself I was waiting for my family to agree to let me marry Jessie. But every dream I had was about you. You running through the snow to buy me my favorite snack. You holding me and saying you would only ever love me in this life."

she hissed. I opened my eyes to a stabbing pain in my arm. After inspecting my forearm and scanning the room, the truth hit me like ice: I was trapped in a time loop, one spun by a monster in disguise. This was the eighteenth cycle. I pulled out my phone. Two new audio files sat in my gallery. Were they messages left by… me from earlier loops? I tapped the first file. The moment my recorded self let out a piercing scream, I froze—because a second, real scream rang out from the living room.

Before Kylie could react, he grabbed her arm-his grip tight. "Let go of me, Mr. Lane! What is wrong with you? Does it really bother you that I told you I don't like you anymore?!" Her voice rose, but Stuart only tightened his hold, his pride wounded. "If I weren't married, maybe I'd still tolerate this," Kylie snapped, wincing. "But I am married-to the man I love. You're just dust from my past, and I've already wiped you away. Stop clinging to what's gone! You didn't even like me back then-so why can't you accept that I've moved on?"

"You're late." Valentine spoke, clearly showing his displeasure. Eugene silently grabbed the stick in Valentine's mouth and pulled it out. The candy at the end of the stick was already mostly crushed, with only a piece smaller than a thumbnail hanging on. Eugene put it in his own mouth and headed toward the elevator. "What were you two doing to take this long?" Valentine demanded as he entered the elevator, kneading Eugene's buttocks. When Eugene glared at him, he put his lips to Eugene's ear and whispered: