You Are My Darling Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dandelion into the wind you go Won’t you let my darling know that I’m in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you’d be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile Wishing on dandelions all of the time Praying to God that one day you’ll be mine Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time I’m in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you’d be mine, mine <3

‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran 🎶 “Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time Darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own And in your eyes, you're holding mine” I hugged myself while I listened. His voice is amazing. And he’s good at playing the guitar. It felt romantic. It was my dream to be offered a song as sweet as that. 🎶 “Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listenin’ to our favorite song When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight” 🎶

"As much as you want, darling." *_*

Andrea's apartment... Andrea finally got up to fully read the note on the card accompanying the package once again. 'How on Earth could I think such a narcissistic rich brat would be so nice to me?' she thought with a dejected sigh, still staring at the note which said, 'Sweet dreams dearest Andrea. Hope you can join me for breakfast tomorrow. Time and place are at your discretion...if you do accept my invitation, of course. No pressure though....if you're not available tomorrow. There's the entire festive season ahead of us. Love, Austin.'

That confused Natalie even more, but she could only watch in silence. "Today, I'm singing a song for you. It's a song I wrote myself called 'Silent Love'." His gaze was fixated on her as he spoke. Natalie felt dazed. What was he saying? Was that intended for her? Did he say he was singing a song named "Silent Love" for her? What did that mean? He continued solemnly, "I'm not good with words, so this is the only way I can come up with to let you know my feelings. Whatever I want to say is written in this song."

I wanted Miranda to accompany me on a trip abroad for a while, but she said she had recently started seeing a younger athlete and wasn't ready to let go of her fun just yet. I sighed and told her to visit me whenever she had time, promising to cover her ticket. Miranda laughed and declined, saying I should save the money to meet some handsome foreigners instead. I told her I couldn't be as carefree as she was and that my broken heart wouldn't heal so quickly. Miranda said, "Don't glamorize me! Carefree? Confident? No, I'm just a player—a match made in heaven for other players. I drift through the crowd, leaving no trace behind. Everyone's happy."

Everyone was criticizing me and calling me a callous, cold-blooded ex-wife. Many people were also praising Anne, who was Ansel's current fiancée and had remained faithfully with him. Through the gigantic screen, I could clearly see the hatred in Ansel's eyes. He seemed to be scorning me and how ruthless and cruel I had been. It almost seemed as if he were saying, "See, you abandoned me back then. Now you should regret it!" I knew that he wanted nothing more than for me to die right away. The intense hatred made me tremble all over.

“It’s about time you caught up to me, darlin’.” The End

He says, and I ignore him. I don’t care about his explanation now. Me: What did you and my brother talk about? Darling: Romeo said I’m breedable. I burst out laughing so hard my stomach hurt. Me: There’s no way he used the word breedable. Darling: I swear on everything. He actually called me breedable. So that’s what you get thinking I can’t handle you. Me: Being breedable doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt by Xevier. Don’t go stirring up trouble.

He raised a brow in a move that was both commanding and sexy. “A man like me?” I shrugged, not bothering to act coy about my thoughts. I didn’t think a man like Jonathan Meiland would appreciate games, the best way to catch him was by being as brutally blunt and as straight to the point as possible. Not that I had any time to act coy anyway. The faster I had Jonathan in the bag, the faster I could take the Meiland diamond off his hand and get my sister back. “You’re a striking man, Jonathan. A man, any woman would want to stick to like glue.” I could see him closing off right in front of my eyes. Fuck. What had I said?