The Lost Weekend A Love Story Novels & Stories

Lucia woke up to sunlight streaming through windows she didn't recognize. For a second, she forgot where she was. Then it all came back. The contract. The money. Alex's face when she told him. Diego's house. She sat up. The room was huge. Cream and gold everywhere. Silk sheets. A bathroom bigger than her old bedroom. It was a golden cage. Her phone showed 9 AM. Fifteen missed calls twelve texts from Alex. But she couldn't bring herself to look at them.

"Yes, my daughter, we are fine, but we missed you a lot. When will you be coming over for weekend? She asked with expectation. "Not soon, mother,".she replied. "Why won't you be coming for the weekend next week? Remember, we are to attend a family friend's wedding. You might get to catch up with a new fiance there." She said it with a smile. "Mother that's not easy. I can't forget Ava in a hurry. He is the man I love, moreover, you sound like one who don't have feel of his disappearance." She answered in a quiet voice. "He is gone, isn't that clear to you?" She asked him.

Something passed between us that didn’t need words, which was the best kind of thing, the kind you couldn’t perform or plan, that just arrived when enough honest time had passed between two people. Not an ending. Not a resolution with a bow on it. Just two people in a green room on a Saturday, looking at each other across everything that had happened and everything that was still coming, and finding that the looking didn’t have to be frightening anymore. That was enough. That kept being enough. That, I was learning, was what love looked like when it was real. Not the sixteen year old kind with its desperate gravity. The kind that had been tested and damaged and deliberately, painstakingly re

Even if it's just for a weekend. "Well this is certainly a first, most girls want a long lasting relationship and you just want a weekend?" He asked me. "Yes, just one weekend, nothing more and nothing less." I said. "Well I can't say no to that." He said with a smile. "Here's to a great weekend, no strings attached, just fun all the way." I said as I raised my glass of wine. This is for me and when Monday morning comes, I will be with my mama and my sister again, they don't even have to know about this, I mean what do I have to lose?

“But I promise to call first so you can get rid of your girlfriends before I arrive.” But he wasn’t laughing. “Jasmine, there will never be anyone else for me but you.” He pulled her to him, her breasts pushed against his chest. “Never.” Then he crushed his lips to hers gently at first, then she opened for him, and passion quickly overtook them both as he wrapped his arms around her. He pulled back a moment later, leaving her breathless. “I’ll be glad when tomorrow comes.” “Just promise me it won’t be the end.” A tear ran down her cheek. “It’ll ruin this if it’s just one weekend.”

me. Luna Brillante considers her the most important person in this life, always treats her well, he never lets her get hurt in anything. At first, I also intended to arrange for them to fall in love, arrange for them to become husband and wife, but the biggest secret about them was buried with their eccentric father and mother. "If they already consider each other as blood relatives, it is understandable that the love story is not mentioned." The Fire God León de Fuego thought he couldn't have come up with a better solution. "That's right, so I don't dare to risk arranging love and marriage for them. After they grew up, they became less close than before. Luna Brillante rarely comes home, j

Tears streamed down their faces as they clung to each other, whispering names, memories, and half-finished sentences filled with raw emotion. Amelia and Blake stood awkwardly by the side, watching the emotional reunion unfold. Blake cleared his throat. “Well... this is dramatic.” Amelia shot him a glare. “Have some respect.” Blake smirked. “I am respecting it. I’m just saying, if this were a movie, it’d be the part where the background music swells.” Amelia rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. The two older women finally pulled back, wiping their tears. Evelyn cupped Ruby’s face, her eyes shining with disbelief. “I can’t believe it’s really you.”

How times have changed. Leaning down to give him one last kiss goodbye, his lips ice cold against my own warmth and I silently prayed he would wake up, like you hear in all those fairy tales, true loves kiss. He doesn’t move, there is nothing. TJ, he is gone. My wolf mutters quietly. I knew what she meant, his wolf was gone too, there was no bringing him back. A single tear rolls down my cheek and lands on his, as I go to wipe it away. Atlas puts his warm hand on top of mine

I was left stunned, stuperfied, speechless, any word to describe how dumbfounded I had become. Did he really mean that or was it just because of the sex? I guess I'll find that out later on. Love isn't measured by mere words alone, it is also by action and Braden will have to prove that he loves me as he claims. With that thought in mind, I lulled my head back onto the metallic rim of the bathtub and relaxed my nerves, allowing the water's warmness nourish my skin.

The aroma of roasted vegetables and herbs filled the cabin, mingling with the smoky scent of the crackling fire. As night deepened, we shared stories by the firelight, reminiscing about our journey together and dreaming of the adventures yet to come. I rested my head on Derrick’s shoulder, feeling the warmth of his love enveloping me. I watched shooting stars streak across the night sky, making secret wishes that only I would know. My heart swelled with gratitude for this precious moment of love and connection. This romantic weekend was a show to the depth of my heartfelt, a memory etched in time that would forever remind me of the beauty of love's simple pleasures.