Wrong Ride Right Lover Novels & Stories

I just smirk, enjoying the way his reaction responds to my teasing. Ryan stalked off toward the bikes like he was on a mission to murder a soul. I followed, obviously. What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t shadow my spouse? The coach blew his whistle. “You two—Falcon and Asphalt. You’ll start the synchronization lap let’s see how well the newlyweds work together.” A few guys snickered. Ryan looked like he wanted to throw a punch at someone. I raised my hand like I was accepting a trophy.

I felt a sudden urge to get out, to hide in my tiny apartment and pretend the world outside didn’t exist. He reached out as the car stopped, his fingers brushing lightly against my wrist. A simple touch, but it sent a rush of warmth up my arm. “Clara,” he murmured, “don’t run.” I wasn’t running. I was surviving. But how could he understand that? “I’m not running,” I said softly. “I’m choosing peace.” “And I’m choosing you.” The words hit me like a blow. Not because they were sweet, but because they were dangerous. Adrian didn’t say things he didn’t mean. And if he meant that… if he meant it even a little… then I was in trouble.

Just at the end of their supposed move, they gave us a green light that they wanted a dance battle. “Is she really challenging us to one of our most loved song?” Cole whispered to me. “Let’s show her who rocks this song better,” I answered him, with a mischievous smirk. The frat house kids immediately spread out, to give us some space. They all cheered loudly at the moves the Queen bee had just given, with her minions. The DJ switched the music to our favourites of all time, this time around. It was Money by Leikeli47. Cole gave me a supportive glance, as we brazened up to do the moves, we had rehearsed practically everyday at the fun house.

"Hmmm. My eldest sister I guess. She felt that the guy was out of her league or something." "You're kidding," I said. "Your eldest sister is talented and cute." And cute? Really Riri? Lesbian much. He didn't notice my little slip. "Yeah, but the guy is really popular. He had girls lined up in his doorstep, literally, because he sells doors for a living." He snorted at his lame joke. "Anyway, she still fought for the guy. She was the one who admitted that she loved him. I guess it worked because they're married now with a kid."

he said, his voice low and smooth, like a distant rumble of thunder. I grinned, gesturing casually to the art installation hanging on the cafe wall—a two synchronized clock - The Perfect Lover. “But you’ve been here for hours. It’s cold, it’s raining, and…” I hesitated, glancing at the synchronized clocks mounted on the café wall. They were one of our signature decorations, labeled The Perfect Lover.” Logan’s gaze followed mine, landing on the clocks. He raised an eyebrow. “Perfect Lover?”

Love was two people chasing their dreams together and supporting each other side by side. Right now, a few barbed words from Finn could never shake my feelings. However, Finn still didn't give up. One day, he showed up in my office with a guitar. He played and sang the song "Look at Me, Eyes Don't Lie", the same one he had sung when he confessed to me back then. The familiar melody brought no warmth. All I felt was deep annoyance. I thought the song was ironic. After we married, he lied to me almost every day.

Crazy Ride (2) That night on the back of the motorcycle changed everything. There was no careful courtship, no shy texts or polite dinners under string lights. Just a spark that caught and refused to die. Raw, reckless want that kept pulling us back together. A few days later he appeared at my door before the sun was fully up, helmet tucked under one arm, that sharp grin already in place. “Get on,” he said, voice low and certain. I didn’t hesitate. I swung my leg over, wrapped my arms tight around his waist, pressed my thighs against his hips, and we roared out of the village with red dust billowing behind us like smoke.

The girls standing around me, nodded their heads in approval and started holding hands with each other, closing up the circle. "During my discourse on an issue your love life is facing, you are to drop an item the targeted lover had gifted you and add a log to the bonfire. But beware; for said lovers must be mutually in love with you- otherwise the spell of trust won't work. Said lovers must be mourning your loss- otherwise the spell of love returning from death/ distance/ illness won't work. Said lovers must be blind of your love to be given sight of it- otherwise it won't work. Said lovers are to be wicked to be given forgiveness, are to be delicate and feeble to be given strength, and sai