Tune In Love Novels & Stories

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Capone." "Sweetheart," He begins, now applying cream to my arm and rubbing his thumb on the inside of my thigh as he did so. "You can play dumb all you want. Just know, I always win. Soon you'll be begging me to fuck you. And I'll taunt you the same way you've been doing to me all day. Yes, I could do that at this moment instead, but then you would win. And I wouldn't want that now, would I?"

Leaving me all alone in the room and shocked to his outburst. I let out a small cry since this is not what I picture his reaction towards the engagement. I thoughts he will give it a chance. I wipe my tears and try to fucos "It's ok! He will love you later. Just be a good wife to him and everything will be alright!" I told myself

_________________________ *I’ll Always Love You is the love song I previously placed here before I decided to put my own lyrics. *Tête-à-tête refers to a private conversation between two people.

Melody's POV Dorian leaned against the podium, his expression gloomy as he puffed on a cigarette. He appeared detached and unconcerned, but the string of numbers Candice had shown me last time… It was Dorian's phone number. I had memorized it over a hundred times. I was so familiar with it that I could recognize it at just a single glance. When we were kids, Dorian used to tug on my braids and force me to memorize that number, making sure I could recite it both forward and backward.

"Goodbye, for now." Byron whispered, "Dana, I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you to find yourself, for you to love me. This time, I promise I won't let go. I'm confident I can win you over. I'm already your fiancé, after all." After saying my goodbyes to Byron, I boarded the plane. The mountains and rivers stretched out before me, and I knew, this time, I had truly risen from the river.

It edged out of it, rounded the block, took the left then whipped out into the south superhighway toward AH26. As soon as she realized that they had really gone, Tessa lowered herself slowly in front of the Steinway and sighed. Stretching her senses, she could still hear the running of the motor engine in her mind. She looked out the window hoping they would turn back, but they had gone far away. What a brief romance, she thought. Then her fingers started playing Bacharach’s ‘The Look of Love’. This felt good, as a soothing balm when solitude set in. The pounding of the piano alleviated the burden of her longing heart. She felt the irony of it all- losing a man when she had started loving hi

“You can hear it in the silence- silence The silence - silence Youuuuu You can feel it on the way home - way home - way home - way home Youuuuu You can see it with the lights out - light outs - lights out - lights out You are in love - true love - you are in love” Taylor Swift's ‘you are in love’ song plays in the background as I hold a comb while on my bed as I continue pretending to be the one performing the song at the biggest stage known to men. Happiness is plastered all over my face and nothing can ruin this moment, no matter how hard the forces of this world tried.

It’s the song of Taylor Swift’s You Are In Love. I started playing it with my eyes closed, I was so engaged in that song that with every single line of the song I felt like I had fallen more in love with Michael. The feeling was so intense that I was smiling whenever Michael’s face crossed my mind while singing the song. There was a hook line of the song which made me smile, ‘You Can Hear It In The Silence, Silence, You. You Can Feel It On The Way Back Home, Way Home, You. You Can See It With The Lights Out, Light Out. You are In Love, True Love. You are In Love.’

he said. “It wasn’t.” He smirked. “Your standards are low.” She scrolled again. “Next.” He groaned dramatically. But he didn’t resist this time. She picked “Endless Love.” He stared at her. “You’re not serious.” “Oh, I am.” The intro played. She took the first verse. Her voice trembled slightly at first—but then steadied. My love… there’s only you in my life… She didn’t look at the screen. She looked at him.

Edwards looked at her and spoke with a loving voice, she obeyed him and went to sit next to her, and he gently wiped her tears. - Madam, don't cry. - Yes. She smiled and hugged him. The family of four reunited, making others jealous. Their family is so happy, like a professional painting by an artist. No matter how far apart, the heart still has an opponent. Sharing the same rhythm, never leaving. Love doesn't have to be through pain or interruptions between other people. But love is mutual trust, as long as two people love each other, even if they are blessed or opposed, they still won't back down. Being apart but still thinking about each other, still hoping for the other person to return