Watson Or Love Novels & Stories

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

Charlotte’s POV It's a new Monday. New and beautiful day. Enough of this whole sadness. I am putting all the guilt and weakness I feel behind me. Back to the plan. I have to beat Watson Holdings by a large Margin. He lost a child, sad but he never acted like he would be a good father. If he had he wouldn't have acted like he did when I told him I was carrying his child, even though he never loved me, he still was supposed to show remorse when he heard I lost the baby. Anyway that aside, I am not going to feel any more bad for him, not my fault, he probably is getting his payback and my mission is to bring more of that payback to him.

Like something she had done for years rather than months. General Watson watched them from beside the railing. And suddenly a memory surfaced. A much younger version of himself standing in a hospital room decades earlier. His wife sleeping beside him. Tiny newborn Tricia resting safely in her mother's arms. Hope. Fear. Love. The memory arrived so suddenly it almost stole his breath. His wife would have loved this. The thought carried sadness. But not the sharp kind anymore. The sadness felt softer now. Warmed by gratitude. He could almost imagine her standing beside him watching the family she helped create. Watching the future continue. Watching life move forward.

"Sister, our community used to be a family building assigned by the bank. Although it is an old house, it is still very safe." Sister Wang, the fat landlord, was panting while climbing the building, but Amway didn't bring any trouble to her house. Sister Wang really likes this beautiful, cute girl. Just came back from abroad, and no boyfriend, live alone, worry free.

Jackson started at the sudden attention, then smiled and gave a short wave. Wren and his mom separated, then she pulled him back down and hugged him again. Jackson laughed to himself at the sight. Wren pulled back again and whipped around to Jackson. His cheeks were wet from the free falling tears but a big smile deepened his dimples. He strode back to Jackson, cupped Jackson’s cheeks then bent down and pressed a long, warm kiss to his lips. Jackson laughed as Wren pulled back. “What was that for?” Wren stared at him with that warm light in his eyes and a soft smile curling his lips. “I love you.”

Or else why would she share something that she has not shared with anyone else? I wish I could see her tomorrow 13 November 2010 ‘What do you do when the person you love the most loves someone else? Do you stop loving that person? Or do you love that person even more? It’s the latter for me.’ Ragini called me yesterday. I wish she hadn’t and I wish yesterday didn’t exist. I have never been inclined to meet any of Ragini’s friends and she had never asked. But when she called me and pestered me to meet a friend of hers, I knew I had competition. The person had to be really special. Even before I met him, I had only contempt in my heart for him.

“I don’t know if she feels the same for me, loves me with the same intensity as I do, but I know, she still, over the time, has that soft spot for me. Guys, I cannot wait anymore.” ‘Neither can I wait, Ethan!’ I screamed inside me. “Today, I am going propose my love, for binding herself in marriage with me.” I stood up from my seat out of disbelief. Love was more than fine, but marriage? What else could I wish for? From the corner of my eye, I saw Gordon looking just as shocked as I was. However, not happy the way I was. “So, here I propose you. Will you marry me, Delisha Evans?”

It was slipping through her fingers. "No..." The whisper was barely audible. "No..." She backed away from the console. Shaking her head. "This can't be happening." Damon watched her quietly. There was no triumph in his expression. No satisfaction. Only sadness. Because standing before him wasn't a genius. Or a monster. It was a woman who had spent so long chasing perfection that she had forgotten how to love. Vale looked up at him. Her eyes were wild now. Desperate. "You don't understand!"

This was the legendary Alpha King, the most esteemed pureblood werewolf, controlling the wealth and resources of countless Lycan packs across North America, and James's uncle. 'You know me?' he asked, cupping my face. 'Of course,' I replied, my heart racing. 'Every werewolf knows your name.' He smiled. 'It's an honor to be remembered by such a beautiful lady.' I stared into his mesmerizing blue eyes, my heart fluttering. I felt an irresistible pull towards him. My body responded to his touch, and I embarrassingly found myself wanting more. As the alcohol took hold, I lost control, pulling him closer. His strong arms enveloped me, and his eyes burned with intensity. His lips crashed onto mine

“Violet talks about you often, about how innocent you are. But let me tell you something—love is for the weak, and I am not weak.” His words caught me off guard. “So you don’t love Violet?” I asked, my concern for my sister bubbling to the surface. He met my gaze, shaking his head slightly. “This world runs on power. Love makes you vulnerable, and I can’t afford that. Violet is my mate, and with her, my strength doubles. But love? I don’t even know what it means.” “But Violet loves you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Women express love in their own way,” he replied nonchalantly. “She’ll have everything she could ever want. The world is hers, and that should be enough.”