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So this is what love feels like. ********

All the fear for the future disappearing with the welcome of a romantic and happy married life. THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS BOOK , SPENDING YOUR VALUABLE TIME AND MONEY IN MY BOOK , HOPE YOU LIKE IT. Follow me on instagram -"success2k6 ",for more story updates and information. You can also give me some suggestion guys.

Sean leaned over, and he brought his ears closer to Eli. Eli looked at his approaching figure in disgust, "What do you want to hear? Is 'Hello, handsome' good enough?" "What do you think? That is just a fact, it's not special," Sean frowned. Eli smiled happily and took the initiative to put her arms around his neck, "I got it. Facts are not pleasant. In that case, I love you! I love you from the bottom of my heart. You are my favorite man. Hahaha, this is pleasant, right? Don't worry, I promise you, it's 100% fake."

“As expected.” “But it didn’t happen,” I say quickly as I lean back in my chair. “Ouch,” she says teasingly, scrunching her nose. “Yeah, it was kind of frustrating,” I shrug. “I bet,” Lizzie says, leaning closer. “But you like him, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.” I hesitate, my mind swirling with the confusion I have been feeling. “I don’t know, Lizzie. It’s complicated. He’s… different.”

She tried to keep her reaction minimal. "You love him." So Ra simply stated as she took a sip of her coffee. "Who?" Lana looked at her friend helplessly. "Do I even need to say it? It's too obvious." So Ra laughed. "I care about Jason..." Lana said, looking down at her hands. "Are you kidding me?" So Ra asked in disbelief. "I don't know what to do. Either way I turn someone is going to get hurt." She felt desperate for an answer that would solve her problem.

I snorted, "It's true. That bastard Lopo is really like this!" I had suddenly found a common ground with Isabelle. Lopo had always been that way since early on, only choosing to spend time on things and people that he thinks are worthwhile and will further his own goals, and simply refuses to give time to anything else that doesn't serve his own interests. At the time, I foolishly thought that such a man who was indifferent to everything else could really love me, and now it seemed that the thing he had loved all along was my Ironclad Pack's territory and my ability to manage the Pack!

I pinched her cute, and rosy cheeks as I answered, "My likes are you, yourself, and just you. My dislikes are everything except for you." Charlotte smiled, as she wiped away her tears, and said, "What do you mean? Haha.. So all you like is me?" I nodded and asked, "What about you? What are your dislikes and likes?" Charlotte smiled and said, "My likes are you and my dislikes are—" "Your husband." Charlotte was surprised by my sudden statement. "You dislike your husband, right?" I smiled, closing my eyes like a puppy wagging its tail for its owner.

"If it's just me, I'm not in a hurry to be us, if there's a chance. For me, seeing you and be with you is enough already because that's important and if I'll start once again, you have to cooperate. It's like we have to prove and make feel into each other that we like each other." Rovi saw Grace smiled at him. "So, he just liked her while I love her. Grace, do you see the difference between liked and loved?" he says to himself. He opened the door wide to get her attention. He automatically smiled at her. "Are you ready to know your therapist?" he asked. He saw the excitement unto her eyes. "Is he here already?" she asked. He chuckled. "Not he but she. Well, she's the best therapist I've ever

For him, liking someone just because of one, or several aspects of that person is not fair. What if one day, the favorite part is lost or is not beautiful? Normally, if the situation was like that, there wouldn't be any reason to like it when the part wasn't up, right? The only thing that made Loui so fond of Malia was her behavior. That girl was always so sincere. Whether when she treats her surroundings – people she knows and is close to, or with people she has just met, she never makes a difference in treating anyone. Her speech is always soft, her gaze is calm, her laugh that always manages to make those around her do the same, she always does everything sincerely. Even when giving her w

I am currently in a luxurious hotel room owned by me. But all I could feel was the desperate longing. But I don't know what the longing is for. Maybe for the family. Maybe for friendship. Maybe for love. I smiled. Love? That is a word that shouldn't be in my life. It was never there and I didn't and don't want to expect now either. I believe love is just an illusion. It changes for every person every minute. Love is untrustworthy. Yet everyone wants to feel that illusion and live in it.