Throes Of Love Novels & Stories

Chloe said, her pacing suddenly stopping. She looked at me, her blue eyes incredibly serious, the playful bravado vanishing in an instant. “I ran into Marcus by the bar. They were doing the exact same thing they did to you to a sophomore track athlete named Marcus Thorne. Leveraged his family's rent money to strip his media rights. I couldn't just stand there and watch the machine grind another kid into dust while we sat in a leather booth pretending we had moved on." I stared at her, the silence of the apartment filling the space between us.

Embarrassing. Ben put a hand on my shoulder. It was a strong touch, an assurance. "Don't listen to him, Nat. Not worth it." I nodded. But that sting was buried deep, into a place where no words of comfort could reach it. ---- By the time we reached home, the night had fallen heavy over the estate. The Hayes mansion loomed ahead, bathed in silver floodlights, its marble pillars standing tall and unyielding. Carved beauty in stone, cold and unreachable.

His hands held my waist as we continued to move slowly together to the song we could only faintly hear. His voice was low as he sang softly, “if you ever move on without me, I need to make sure you know, that you are the only one I’ll ever love, yeah, you, if it’s not you, it’s not anyone, looking back on my life, you’re the only good I’ve ever done.” His raspy, angelic voice fell into the night air, it was like a dream.

He has every right to be angry then I see him looking at my bump. He comes towards me slowly as if tiger is taunting it's hunt that there is no escape from him. He holds my gaze as he traps me between door and his magnificent form. The form which I missed alot at nights. The warmth that form used to gave me at cold night that I missed. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says as she looks at me with mixed emotion. Anger, hurt, guilt and most of all love.

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

But the weight of my to-do list clouds my thoughts. I’m already running late, but I push the frustration aside. There’s work to be done. Pastries to bake, orders to fill. I can’t screw this up. I’m so caught up in my thoughts that I don’t see him coming. Suddenly, his shoulder knocks into mine, a rush of warmth that leaves me breathless. The flour bag slips from my hands, and in an instant, it bursts open, sending a cloud of white powder swirling around us. The flour settles like snow, dusting his dark hair and the sharp angles of his face, as if he’s crowned in frost. The thick, comforting scent of flour fills the air, mixing with the crisp chill around us. As the cloud of flour drifts down

Rachel Solis was a nurse who used to pursue Xavier obsessively. Years ago, I had miscarried our first child when I caught Xavier cheating on me with her. Back then, he'd knelt before me and sworn that he never stopped loving me. "I'm her first love. She loves me too much," Xavier explained lightly. "I can't let her down like that. The surrounding colleagues chuckled. "Besides, being with Sheila just feels like a task to tick off my to-do list lately. She wants a child too badly. That makes me feel like a tool."

His words trailed off, leaving the crowd wondering who he was talking about, and building anticipation for the revelation. Alaric’s voice was a low, velvety purr, his words dripping with possessive adoration. “The woman I’m talking about is the love of her life, and... that’s me. She’s my backbone. My legal woman…” As he spoke, his hand rose, a single finger extended towards Cressida like a silent summons. Their eyes met, and the air seemed to thicken, heavy with the weight of emotions that seemed unspoken. His gaze held hers in its thrall, his finger beckoning her closer with an unmistakable intimacy—enough to make the crowd believe they were deeply in love.

Chapter 1 Prologue "Eat me tonight, baby" Theola moaned when she was creased in with pleasure from every side. Rolf kissed every part of her body with the utmost desire to eat her whole. He did this till he got down and fondled her mini stick. She let out a louder moan. He continued to do so until she begged him not to cease. He then rose to her ovals and fondled them masterfully. Theola was all in need of him at that moment. "I want to feel you inside, Rolf". He then plugged in his huge rod and they both rode at a steady pace. She held his hand to her neck.

That she underestimated her feelings for Andrew? No. Eyes on the prize, Liv. She reminded herself. This pretend marriage is all about her revenge for her mother, and nothing more. Iyon ang dahilan kung bakit sa umpisa ay nakigsabwatan siya kay Andrew. It's because of her great hatred for her mother. Her personal feelings should not be involved. Naka-stipulate sa kontrata nila na walang personal feelings ang pwedeng ma-involve habang nasa "contract" marriage sila ni Andrew.