Sweetheart Like You Novels & Stories

"You're really good, Red. But..." "It's sad, right?" Red said, continuing his words. "Do you know what it means?" He shake his head. "It's when you like someone but he doesn't like you back. That's why it's sad." Red suddenly laid on his shoulder making him flinch. "I honestly don't think I can ever finish that song. And if I did, I'll probably die from sadness." "Red, what are you-" "You're this close to me and yet you're so far." He whispered as he traced his chin through his finger. "I really hate sadness but you are the reason why I'm sad so I don't really mind it." He then moved away and fixed his guitar.

A confident smile broke across my face when I turned around and looked at the door. My boyfriend, Alex Reyes, a talented architectural designer who respected me greatly, was standing there. He stepped into the room, cradling a bouquet of fresh lilies. His blue eyes were overflowing with tenderness and admiration as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. "You're so beautiful today, darling. I can't tear my eyes away from you. Are you ready? The flashing cameras outside are eager to capture your radiance." I shot an easy smile at him before locking arms with him as if it was second nature.

His seduction was working and she felt her control slipping away. "Ooh," her eyes shuttered close and she let out a soft moan when he started nipping on her sweet spot, biting and sucking. The sweet pain shot from the spot, spreading down to her core like a wildfire. "My Sweet Bella," he whispered hotly in his sonorous husky voice, causing a swirl of tingles to unfurl in her stomach. " Only mine," his hot heavy tongue danced erotically over the bite of ownership he just gave her. Her breathing deepened and her heart started racing.

she begged. I didn't have time to dig deeper before she smashed our lips together. Those soft, silky lips devoured me. Burning me from the inside and I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to. Snaking my hand around her waist and pulling her flush against me as I tugged on her bottom lip, colliding my tongue with hers. The taste of strawberry daiquiri tickling my taste buds from the sweetness she emits. It was euphoric, my brain, a mess with only thoughts of her as our lips danced together. A gentle slow dance that heated and turned into something sensual.

"You're my first miracle." Tears pooled in my eyes. This was by far the sweetest thing he'd ever said to me. It wasn't anything like a love confession but this would do for now. "And you're mine. Kiss me." I murmured. "With pleasure." He grinned and kissed me.

But it is evident that a lie would be impossible if normal speech were not primarily sincere. Counterfeit money circulates sustained by sound money. In the end, deceit turns out to be a humble parasite of innocence. “Let us say, then, that Man, when he begins to speak, does so because he thinks that he is going to be able to say what he thinks. Well, this is illusory. Language doesn’t offer that much. It says, a little more or less, a portion of what

"Did it sound like a request? I command you to give me Akana back!" Sidastir met the eyes without looking away. "I'm starting to become jealous of Akana. Why such love for the half-finished product? I can give you so much more than what he can," the creature took a look on Sidastirs's face before he burst into laughter. "You look as if you've eaten something sour." The laughter died away, and the creature sighed. "I hate sour things. I am particularly fond of sweet little things ... Back to the darkness, I suppose."

I’m so jealous. [Rue’s probably crying, right? She’s been pursuing you all these years, and in the end, she’s just a pastime to you.] [I hope her tears don’t drown you, dude!] [If she cries, she cries. Worst case, I’ll spend a little time coaxing her. I guarantee it won’t even take two days before she comes running back to me. It’s been years. You think I don’t know her by now? Listen up, Joanna will be my future wife. Don’t get it wrong… Sh*t! I think I forgot to log out of WhatsApp on computer!]