Sweet Redemption: Love And The Rock Star Novels & Stories

she whispers, her voice filling with emotion. “Angel, from the first moment you caught me in that music room, you stole my heart. I always knew you’d be my woman one day, I’m just sorry life stood in the way of our happiness.” “You've been my rock, my partner in the face of darkness, and my beacon of light in the midst of the storm,” I continue, my heart pouring out every sentiment I had held within me. “You've shown me the beauty of redemption and the strength of forgiveness. With you, I’ve found a home, a love that transcends all boundaries.”

I breathed his familiar minty aftershave smell. “And where is home?” “Crestwood,” I answered compulsively. “At least for now, that one feels home.” It felt more than a home to me. Crestwood gave me peace and solace. Crestwood’s ocean was the only thing that could make me feel at ease. “I want to swim,” I added, burying my head in his chest. “Do you want me to ease your tension?” “How?” I had no idea how Yulian could turn me into an innocent child with his presence alone. He could peel away all my layers leaving only my vulnerable part.

Dominic called out as he held my shoulder to keep me steady. I looked into his eyes. "That music was not dedicated to Yvonne." Tears rolled down my cheek as I looked down at the globe I was holding in my hands. "I dedicated that song to Malinda Kristen, she was my star." My head buzzed as many flashbacks of Malinda came rushing into my memory, all the laughter, all the smiles, all the tears she had cried and even at the yard when she made a promise with me, they all came back like a rushing flood and I looked up at Dominic.

Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. A Sinner's Redemption umitsaquarius. All Rights Reserved © 2021

Even a broken man who is trying to live, the striveness itself defines he can be a hero. The stranger with a crushed broken heart turned into my lifeline and made him into the man he is today. The affect is dragging a sinner from the pits of hell and raising him into my heaven, allowing him Redemption and freedom from the demons of his past. He is the hero, he is the deserved hero, and this is Mr. Alexander Hamilton's REDEMPTION. THE END ******

" Our partners are absent for a business trip" Jasmine quickly checked if Keith had replied to her message. Finding out he was still offline, she threw a glance at Kristen." Oh. Xander left too" " Yup. This morning. " Pretending to cry in her palms, Kristen said dramatically "I am so Lonely." " So, I am just a backup plan " teased Jasmine, unable to resist. " Yea, an incredibly hot backup plan. If I were gay I would have asked you to marry me" Being a straightforward person, Kristen aired out her mind. She admired Jasmine a lot who effortlessly still looks beautiful.

However though known as a cold hearted man his music was all interesting and romantic. With dusk till Dawn the song of Sia playing Rinna found herself closing her eyes and with the rhythm of the song flowing in her body she leaned her head against the glass tinted window. As the song continued to play she tried to imagine how Zayn Malik was in the video but horror of horrors she only got the image of the devil, the way he was at the hospital , oh goodness the ocean blue eyes..

“Ryker and Arya have chosen rings to exchange with each other as a symbol of their unending love. As you place this ring on Arya’s finger, please repeat after me. 'With this ring, I thee wed and pledge you, my love, now and forever.'" Ryker did his part and placed the ring on her finger, resisting her blush, Arya also repeated after the man and place a ring on Ryker’s finger. “Before we can fully conclude, is there anyone who would like to object to the joining of this couple?” The man asked and nodded in satisfaction when he saw no one stand up. “Now with-” “I- I object.” A loud voice rang out and a figure shot out from their seat. Everyone was stunned and Arya felt that even the music had

Chloe’s voice rang like a bell, commanding the crowd’s attention, “allow me to present—The Scarlet Promise.” Her words unfolded like a spell: “The kiss of eternity, woven in red. Crimson cords entwined with silver constellations, binding love to the heavens. At its center burns a radiant star-shaped jewel, fractured yet more luminous—like a heart once broken, now remade. From it dangles a drop of scarlet fire, recalling sorrow’s ache, yet also the spark of a vow reborn. Passion becomes prophecy: love that falters, love that endures, love that rises again in greater flame. The Scarlet Promise is not only a memory of love, but a testament to love rediscovered—fragile, eternal, eternal, and thr