Romans & histoires Wrong Ride Right Lover

They can't do anything to help Memphis and Fleur cause they didn't know their story but their hearts hurting for them to have this situation because they love each other back then. "I forgive you too, M-Memphis! I-i'm sorry!" Fleur cries, "I am so sorry, Memphis! And——I Love You Too, L-Love!" that was the last word she says and let herself fall in the ravine.

But in his heart, he knows she's the only one in the relationship as a matter of fact. “I can guess how you feel. But please, don't break her because of your stiffness. There isn't anything wrong in giving her a trial. Some great love stories begin like this. No matter how you feel now, Andre, don't let Camella bear the brunt of Jasmine's betrayal” Felix pleaded. Andre turned and glanced at him briefly before concentrating on the steering wheel again. He'll try, he'll see how far his struggles can go and when love takes over. As he drove, Andre observed a car from his rear view. He saw an unfamiliar car following behind him but he didn't pay attention to it. He kept driving, he passed the tr

I started again, reaching into my bag for a tissue. "Stop saying sorry! Is 'sorry' going to remove the stain from a three-thousand-dollar suit?" I looked up at him. He was dressed in head-to-toe black. He was breathtakingly handsome, but his expression was pure ice. The arrogance radiating off him was thick enough to choke on. "I apologized," I said, bowing my head slightly out of habit. "I didn't do it on purpose." "And you think your apology fixes the fabric? I think you're nuts, and—"

And the current situation is clearly not conducive to that conversation. "Honestly, I don't even know what you're worried about. Our mate rejected us because she fell in love and was brainwashed by that wild wolf. But does that mean everyone will suffer the same fate? What would you do if the truth were different? What if there’s actually a reason she did it? You like her for her character, right? Do you think slhe’s the type to do what you’re thinking?” my wolf exclaimed, and I paused, staring at him in disbelief.

"You are so liverish, a kiss from your boyfriend is enough to make your hair stand on end." "Go look for Anabel, didn't Anabel want to get engaged to you? She's your girlfriend." Rolando turned over and walked in front of her, then looked at her lovingly: "Okay, I'm wrong. I don't get engaged to her, she is one of Garrett family, I need to teach her a lesson. I will never marry her in my life, don't worry, I will only marry you." He pulled her into his arms, "Listen to my heart, how fast it is, we've known each other for so long, and even after seeing you for so long, my heart still starts to race. The one I like is you, why would I marry a fake face woman?"

As he drove, he casually brought up, "Vannah, did you hear? The Alpha of the White Wolf pack is about to mark his new Luna. Since you were his fiancee, it's better if you don't attend the ceremony." So, Samuel West really was getting marked again? How loyal of him. He had waited a whole year just to make Joanna his Luna. My chest tightened as I said, "He's getting marked again? Don't worry, I won't show up and make a scene. It's been a year already." Alexander looked relieved and smiled. "I knew you'd be understanding. Having you as my Luna is truly my luck." I didn't say another word and just turned to stare out the window as silent tears rolled down my cheeks.

I'll just tell mom to transfer me to another branch of our company preferably that of nearer to Trevor's building. I rode the elevator down and went straight to my BMW. I put my sunglasses while humming to my favorite song and then speeding away. I stopped to a nearby famous bakeshop and bought a chocolate cake, his favorite cake. When inside the car, I put a dab of concoction on the cake making sure that all parts have been equally given a portion of my potion. "This will do. Trevor Scott, you'll be mine finally. I can't wait, my love. I can't wait."

“Louise, do you think I’m hopeless? I’m the mother of a five-year-old. That doesn’t grant me the right to fall for a chairman. Also, he said that I’m his lover but in reality, it’s just a nicer way to refer to a plaything. I have no right to have feelings for him.” Louise looked at Monique’s reddened eyes. She had no idea that she was suffering so much inside and could not bear to voice out. She said, “F*ck lovers! The right to love? Go to hell! Let’s drink!”