Unlikely Loves Novels & Stories

Her mother had come to stay with them and was taking care of the baby girl, surprisingly, she looked like Leo. Yaa and Maabena turned the music on a little louder. They had gotten more money than they used to get before and they were excited. “The club isn't the best place to find a lover So the bar is where I go Me and my friends at the table doing shots Drinking fast and then we talk slow Come over and start up a conversation with just me And trust me I'll give it a chance now Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox

" You mean aside from the fact that Louisa and Hunter share a strange resemblance in both features and personalities?" I reject any personality resemblance between my baby and that monster. " Their looks are common genes" I tried to argue. " Fine then what of other similarities? Like their interest in art? Or the preference for the color black? Or the strange attraction towards cupcakes with only blue sprinkles?." He is really observant to have noticed all these, because even I never noticed the sprinkles. " Art is a general talent and Louie doesn't like black that much" that's a lie, Louie's favorite color is actually black.

With each word of affection and devotion, Emiliano could feel the weight of his betrayal pressing down on him. Yet, he repeated the mantra in his head: this is for a life. Rhea’s safety and well-being were paramount. “If I haven’t proven to you how much I care, then I don’t know what will,” Emiliano said, desperation creeping into his voice. “But I’m not giving up. I will do whatever it takes to show you that I love you.” Rhea studied him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she nodded. “Okay,” she said, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. “I’ll give you another chance.”

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

I never want him to look at me thinking I am weak or I am not strong enough. I hate it from anyone, but for Sab it was more than that, because the person you love is the person you want to show how good you are. You are afraid if they see your weak side, they will leave you or think that you are no good. They deserve better than you. The thought of them thinking something like this itself is so hurting. I walked out of the lift and went straight out of the restaurant. I was about to get in a cab but a grip on my hand pulled me back as I turned, I saw Sab panting heavily.

I honestly loved his smile. Nicole always made me happy, but Kenneth made me feel like I had family. He always made me feel loved; he always offered me new dishes and remnants, and I always enjoyed them because he knew how to cook so well. Vanessa could back me on this. I envied his wife and kids; they had this perfect man all to themselves, how beautiful. “Are you good?” He asked, stealthily placing the bottle of Jack Daniels in the plastic bag I brought. We were by the empty corner.

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

Zena's POV Emotions churned within me as I stood before the captured right hand of El Fuego. The sight of Mr. Lopez stirred a whirlwind of conflicting feelings, a potent concoction of relief, anticipation, and a lingering sense of apprehension. It was a victory, undeniably, to have him in our custody, yet beneath the surface lay the sobering recognition that our journey was far from over. Happiness teased at the edges of my consciousness, an unattainable shade, overshadowed by the harsh reality that success in our line of work was often fleeting, a mere respite in the ceaseless battle against crime and corruption.

Finally! "But before I go-" Oh fuck... Just go already. "Can I get your number?" he asked with a pleading drawl. I shook my head. "No. No, you can't. I'm in a serious relationship with the man I love." Just as an afterthought I added, "Plus I hate guys like you." He laughed for a while which made me agitated but I waited for him to have his fill and explain what was so funny before bashing his skull in.

Celica pinched her little pigtail and said, "My mommy also likes daddy." Yaacob's expression darkened once again. "You do know there is a difference between 'liking' and 'loving' someone, right? Maybe your mommy likes your daddy because he's good to her and wants to repay him for his kindness. But love is different. Liking is about receiving, while love is about giving. If you really love someone, you won't care if the person you love is good or bad to you. Your love will never waver because of some trivial reason like that."