When You Love Novels & Stories

"...what?" "You're my first love."

Small choices mattered more these days. She sat at the kitchen table wearing one of Owen’s old t-shirts, knees pulled up, watching steam curl from her mug. Morning light crept through the window, pale and tentative. She wondered when their love had become something that only lived in photos. Frozen smiles. Arms wrapped around each other for the sake of memory. Proof that at one point, this had meant something.

Apalled Nero decided to talk at that very moment. "I will not find my mate, Sharon is the only woman for me. I love her when she smile, when she cry, when she talk and even when she try to ignore me. The every fiber of my being is in love with her. I had tried to control my feeling toward her but I can't. I simply can't. All my emotion just explodes within me everytime she is around me." Gordon could no more help the tears he has been holding since morning to fall down his cheeks.

Her only brother whom she loved dearly. The one she has always been yearning for love from. She didn't sleep a wink for three days helping the nurses in taking care for him since no one wanted to do so. Then she collapsed. When she woke up, she was excited to hear that he was finally awake but she didn't expect to receive cold treatment from him.

With Love, The Cloud.

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

There are many followers of Fiona, but basically gave up within a few days, because in the emotional aspect Fiona is really cold. It's like seeing a refrigerator in the hot weather, can't help but get cool, at first it's really comfortable, but what about an hour, two hours later? If you don't get out of the fridge, your friend will have to go to the funeral home and give you a square box. Love is not only love, but also friendship. Three years of college, next toFiona She is the only one to be friends with. Part of it may also be because she is a Northeasterner, has a better tolerance for cold than others, her tongue licks ice but her face doesn't change color, otherwise she would soon free

"I love you" "I love you"

"For you my love. Happy anniversary." THE END.