Uncontrollably Fond Story Romane & Geschichten

What’s your favorite title word so far? Mine is Unfettering(Chapter one) Tell me yours.

~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Poker Game”

I shared what was real with them and I could see that they were impressed by this. “Aren’t you scared that she will take control over you when you are so casual about her?” Caroline asked unimpressed. Is she trying something? If she is, I am not sure what is trying to do. “No, I trust her with my life. As one should. Those who believe they have control over their wolf might have trouble controlling them for life. Why do we need to control the other anyway?” I can not understand this control thing they are talking about. It is a concept I can not phantom.

She quizzed playing with his hair as he tried to comb it down. She knew her husband holds a grudge on his twin brother and he doesn't have to the intention of letting it go. His expression changed, this is not the time to talk about a traitor. Hassan betrayed his trust back then and people wants him to forgive, even his wife. " Why don't you go and see him since he is your father"He snarled removing her hands from his hair. " Are you coming or not? " He asked holding the door. Nafisa badly wants to stay back and console herself but she had to follow and see the beautiful Acropolis Museum. She did nothing wrong, she was only trying to get him back with his brother. Brothers are meant to be

Author’s Note: This story does not contain incest. The relationship between the male lead and female lead may appear close due to the "uncle" title, but there is no blood relation between them. The use of "uncle" is symbolic, based on long-standing family friendship. This story focuses on emotional tension, slow-burn romance, and forbidden love—but not between blood relatives. so let's begin (Lara's pov) “Lara, listen to me,” my mom’s voice was gentle but firm as she stood by the door. “You need to promise me something.”

I wonder what happened that made him so angry? He sees me and cuts the video call after some minutes and sighs deeply rubbing his face with his hands. "Did I wake you up babe?" "Ehm....kind of....what's going on?" "Sorry for that!....well it turns out that my PA was right about the new client!.....and for now i don't have a solution to get rid of him Mel, the guy is ruthless and apparently Richard's uncle!!....it's crazy but Mr. Romano de Montenegro is really his uncle and even more worse is that he is a mafia and that's the reason Richard's mother give him her name instead of his father when he was born because she was afraid that one day they will do something to Richard what according to

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

He slanted his eyes in curiosity, pulling me close. “Are you okay? “ “Can I tell you anything?” “Yes, anything!” I smile, tracing slow circles on his wrist before pulling away. “You are right about me letting Atlas get to me; he isn't worth it.” “He shouldn't be able to control my emotions; he is in the past. It's just that I have something on my mind, and it has been bothering me for a while. I've always wanted to discuss this with you, but I wasn't sure if I was in the best position to do that!”

I yelled. “Calm down, Emma,” he demanded, matching his time with mine. Whether I told you or not, it would not have made a fucking difference. One way or the other, the bed of this story would have been the same and that’s with you and I creating a baby. To be quite fair, Emma, it’s not my fault that you didn’t read through the contract when it was placed in front of you. If you’d done that at the time, you could have contested it and had it changed, but you didn’t and that’s on you. Now, we’re both in this mess and as much as you believe this doesn’t affect me, it does. The man is asking us to give him a fucking grandchild, Emma. Meaning that I’m going to be a father. I’ve never thought tha

Race laughed. "Night...of...love..." she spit out. "I could just strangle her! Dena even went so far as to ask the sale's clerk if they had a copy of Kama Sutra, to which Mom asked, 'What is that, dear?' And they actually had a copy! Well, not Kama Sutra, but this pregnancy manual that had all these diagrams on the prime sexual positions for conception. Can you believe that?" Race's stomach was hurting from the riotous convulsions of his muscles. He held an arm to his front and bowed over it, laughing so hard he couldn't breathe either.