True Romance 1993 Novels & Stories

he whispered, fastening it around her neck. Her eyes filled with tears as she touched the necklace, feeling the cool metal against her skin. “It’s beautiful, Nick. Thank you.” They shared a kiss under the softly falling snow, their hearts full, their lives entwined. When they finally pulled apart, they started back toward their cottage, walking slowly through the quiet streets of Port Haven, their laughter echoing softly in the night.

Suzie sipped her iced tea, lounging comfortably on the chaise lounge. She casually opened the hand cream I brought her from Crefan and applied it, her eyes sparkling with gossip-fueled excitement. "But she didn't break up with Richard. That guy really loves her. He knows his 'true love' is a gold digger and still works himself to the bone just to buy her those luxury things she likes." I replied to a client message and said offhandedly, "What else could he do? Admit he was an idiot all along?"

Sam thought there is something going on between Christine and her childhood school friend. However, they were good friends and they were not romantically involved with each other.Christine had a crush on Ryan. Interestingly, Ryan had known about her little crush on him. He too had feelings for her so he was spending time with her in university and used to call her for extra curriculum activities.He is a good dancer and would invite her whenever he was rehearsing his dance steps.He was bright student in the University and was in Top 5 in the final exams.

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable. I turned my head to look at him, his chest bare in the morning sunlight, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths, every feature of him seared into my mind. He opened one eye, caught mine, and smiled—the kind of smile that made every single past fear, every single long separation, every single loss melt away into nothing. I reached out for him, touching his cheek gently. “Good morning,” I whispered. “Good morning, mon amour,” he said, his hand cupping my face, his thumb tracing my lips.

“It was a moment of truth.” ‎ ‎Her heart stumbled. ‎ ‎“But truth doesn’t mean it’s right,” he said, voice shaking. ‎ ‎She felt something inside her crumble. ‎ ‎He took a small step toward her — slow, hesitant — like approaching something fragile. ‎ ‎“Rox… look at me.” ‎ ‎She did. ‎ ‎His voice dropped to a whisper. “If I kiss you again, I won’t be able to stop.” ‎ ‎Her breath caught. ‎ ‎“And if I don’t stop…” he whispered, eyes dark with longing and fear, “…I’ll lose you. Or I’ll lose myself. Or both.”

He scoffed in disbelief, "I mean, I watched you all day, running after Arion in Britaris, trying to gain his love, and I've loved you since then, up to this day, but I never had the courage to tell you that, scared that I might lose you, after he rejected your love again, I had to get close to you, nad shoot my shot,even it meant we had to hook up to be close to each other" he paused, staring deep into her eyes, he had always loved her, and has never stopped loving her, but kept to his feelings in the fear of losing her, now, there was nothing to lose,

Juanita’s voice was dangerous and my heart began to beat faster than usual. Please don’t ask more questions, please, Juanita. “I would never do something stupid, Juanita,” I said with a convincing tone. “I know the reputation of the restaurant, and what I did was to help a drunken man get home.” She nodded slowly, comprehending my words. If she only she knew that Caleb Bancroft and I almost had sex. “I hope what you’re saying is nothing but the truth, Amberly. Because if it’s not and I hear anything otherwise, you’ll be out of my payroll faster than I blink.”

Marcus, herself, and Henry had jumped onto the screen. Miss Jessica found herself immersed in fantasy once again. She grabbed Mr. Marcus by his collar, "What is going on here?" Mr. Marcus calmly removed her hand, saying, "Just keep watching." As Jessica continued watching, she was taken aback. It was a detailed animated documentary of their journey from meeting and falling in love, replayed with added drama. The storyline beautifully depicted their youthful romance, separation, reunion eight years later, Henry selling her to the Noblefull Group, and her meeting Mr. Marcus. Every moment of their journey was meticulously recreated on the screen.

“And you’re not the ‘perfect boyfriend’ type.” Liam chuckled, but it lacked humor. “Yeah. I don’t do the whole fake-smile, pretend-we’re-flawless thing. She hated that.” Adrian tilted his head. “Then why did you date her?” Liam looked away. “It was easy. She liked me. I didn’t have to think too hard.” He paused, then added, “Until I realized I was just… another trophy.” Adrian absorbed that. That explained a lot. Liam had the kind of presence people gravitated toward. Not just because of his looks, but because he had an effortless charm that made him seem untouchable. Someone like Claire—polished, controlled, image-conscious—would have seen him as an asset.