Time Traveling Love Story Novelas e Histórias

“I’ll do my best, my sweet Esmerelda.” My name coming from the depths of his throat made my heart leap with desire. It had to be one of the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard. I willed my reluctant body out of his inviting embrace and forced my long, slender legs to take me back into the parlor where Nora and Anton were enjoying good conversation and even better brandy. “Anton was telling me a little about time traveling,” she said as we sat in our respective chairs. “It’s quite fascinating.”

It wasn't until a nurse walked by that I finally got a glass of water. Moments like that when I was ignored happened more times than I could count. It wasn't until I married Edwin that I finally felt what it was like to be loved. He had always been so thoughtful, giving me the best of everything. I really thought I was the only one in his heart. But seeing how gentle he was with Kelsey, feeding her chocolate like that, it broke me all over again. I wiped away my tears and headed home. Then I called my college advisor and told him I'd accept the closed research project at Northendria. I agreed to the ten-year contract, with no returning home.

it a whisper from the past, or maybe the ache in my heart that refused to settle. The key was already in the lock. I turned it. Inside were letters. Dozens of them. All in Kenneth’s handwriting. Some sealed, some yellowed with time. Some addressed to “J,” others simply marked with dates. One stood out folded, not sealed, and slightly torn at the corner. I opened it. *“My dearest J, If I could go back, I would choose you every single time. I see your face in the morning light, hear your laughter in the silence.

In the office, neither of them noticed my presence outside the door. I poured out the soup I had made for Shawn Felton and turned to leave. Shawn always kissed me carefully, so I had never seen him kiss so passionately. Only now did I realize that it was because he only showed that side of himself to someone else. I'd once believed that I could marry for love, but instead, reality dealt me a heavy blow. Disappointed, I wiped away my tears and took a cab back to the villa.

End of flashback. I sighed out loud, remembering everything. I left on a trip in hopes to get a break from the real world, only for it to follow me there and back. Now I was on my way to meet new people, in a new place, that would probably shift my world once more. My love story wasn't easy like Angel's and Logan's , Psyren's and Royce's or Kera's and Elijah's. Since the start, it's been messy and non linear. I guess it took its que from my life.

Earlier. After their heated argument, Adrian had retreated to Italy, seeking solace in his mother’s company and the familiar rhythm of business at Cagliari Industries. The trip was intended to be a period of both personal and professional reflection. It offered him a chance to delve into Ashleigh’s background, to sift through her family’s history and their business dealings. Adrian reminded himself that his primary goal for marrying Ashleigh was to further his own ambitions. Her feelings, whatever they might be, were merely a means to an end. He resolutely chose not to address her probing questions about his emotions, as he had no answers that would satisfy her or himself.

They are still getting acquainted, she wants to leave in March so before he really gets emotions involved, he needs to see how deep her interest is in him or this other man. “Oh, we are still getting acquainted. He plans to move to a warm climate soon, to a tropical island. I am not sure if he will be back after that. I will come back after six months to a year in Alaska.” Replies Gracie. “I do not sleep around. In fact, I have been single for a while since I have been traveling and seeing the world.” “Ok, that makes me feel better. And you know I cannot go to Alaska with you. I might be able to visit a few times, if you want. If I really like you, I’ll wait for you to come back.” Peter cal

That was when someone asked a question, half in jest and half in curiosity, “Ten years of dating, and you’re only planning the wedding now?” I wondered the same thing. In our past life, Cara jumped out of a crashing plane just to die with Luthen, and the very first thing she did after we were both sent back in time was break up with me. I naturally assumed they were already married by now, but apparently, they were still only dating. At the question, Cara’s smile froze for a brief second. Normally composed and media-trained to perfection, she faltered just a little.