True Love Waits Novels & Stories

I said as my eyes flickered back to Lizzy as I raise me head up a little to push back the tears that were threatening to fall. “Of course not. You’re also important.” He stated, and I laughed. “Not to you Seven, I woke up, and I saw you were gone. I understood because we already talked about it.” Sniffing in, I pushed back the sob that formed. “You promised to call, but you didn’t, and I’ve been calling.” I rubbed my temples as I added. “Your one true love picked it and said you were in the shower. So now tell me, what would you have me think?”

We love our Luna so much, that we would all die for her in an instant, it is her duty t care for us, and it is ours to protect her. "All right now, Annie... Ansel... Jack... Let's go. It's time for dinner. And you all need a break." Luna said. "Yes Luna"y father and i said in unison as we stood. Luna grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the stairs, calling over her shoulder "Hurry up boys, everyone is waiting for us." Once we were on the stairs she said in a low voice "Meet me in the private library at 3am. i have something important to tell yo..." SHe stopped short as my father and Ansel joined us. I give her a slight nod and take a step back to join Ansel, taking his arm, with his hip bum

He pulled her closer to him and wrapped a duvet around them before falling asleep with his heart feeling contented not before muttering I Love you in her ears. "I love you too," she whispered back with her still closed. He smiled at her. This was the first time she said that she loves him. Laya wanted to tell these three magical words to him a long ago but never got a chance. But now she said. He was HER TRUE SOULMATE, whom she could trust with her whole heart. She slipped into a slumber listening to his heartbeats. ----------

On our first wedding anniversary, my husband's childhood friend, Sophia York, is busy policing what I eat. "This one's too spicy. You can't have it." "This one won't do. It's far too greasy." "This one is deep-fried, too. You can't eat it." She smacks my fork away before taking my glass of orange juice away from me too. Once she's done, all that's left in front of me is a bowl of plain pasta. There are 12 dishes on the table, but plain pasta is the only thing I'm allowed to eat. Looking at me sympathetically, my husband, Ivan Jefferson, picks up a piece of beef that's been rinsed with water and places it on my plate. "Listen to Sophia, okay? She's a nutritionist. Once you recover fr