Wrapped In Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

He said. “OMG, Chris is here!!!” Maria said while jumping up and down. Valeriana laughed, “Do you like him that much?” She asked. “More than my life! He’s the love of my life!!!” Maria said while touching the left side of her chest. Valeriana giggled. Valeriana

Love is complicated. TO BE CONTINUED

Enough love to cover them like the stars above and last a lifetime. THE END

love you all xoxo

“You’re really trying to give the public something to talk about, aren’t you?” I teased, glancing around to see if anyone was watching. Zain chuckled, that low, infectious laugh that always did not fail to melt my heart. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered “Let them talk if they want. All I know is that I love you, Audrey. More than anything else.” Though the words were quiet, they still hit me with the force of a shout on the rooftop. My steps slowed down, and I turned slowly to look at him, feeling my chest tighten with emotions I hadn’t quite prepared for.

she replied. “Are you a convicted criminal?” He launched the first question. She smiled. “I am a convict of love,” she replied, grating on my nerves. The host paused, clearly taken aback by her answer. “Have you ever been in love, Nick?” she asked. He chuckled, attempting to steer her back to the question, but she interrupted him. “Love was my crime. I spent four years in a maximum security prison because I was foolishly in love.” “I don’t understand,” the host said.

"If no one else wants to be your friend, I'll be your friend. From now on, I've got your back." She scratched her head bashfully when he stared at her. Upon second thought, she unhooked the keychain from her backpack and handed it to him with a dimpled grin. "Here. This is a friendship gift," she said. At that moment, the seed of love took root in Carter's heart. He had treasured that gift for many years. Now, staring at the keychain for what felt like an eternity, Carter finally placed it into a box. Sealing the box felt like he was storing away the love he had harbored for Misty over the past decade.

“Well, take it from us—love isn’t about grand gestures. It’s the little things.” Her husband nods. “Like when she steals all the blankets but then pretends she doesn’t know what happened.” She playfully swats his arm. “Or when he ‘accidentally’ makes too much coffee just so I have a cup waiting.” Sebastian nudges me. “That sound familiar?” I pretend to think. “You mean like how you pretend you don’t like sweets but somehow finish every dessert I make?” He grins. “Guilty.” The woman leans forward slightly, eyes warm. “The way you two look at each other… you already have it.”

With love, Rebecca Charles

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