Novel & Cerita You're My Loveprize

Thank you for loving me so deeply. Princess, you are the gift God sent me, the miracle I had prayed for. You will always be my one and only, my once-in-a-lifetime, my first and my last.. My wife.. My forever.. And Princess.. I love you.. with all my heart.. with my whole being,.. Till my last dying breath.. Till the day I die.. Till we meet again, Princess.. Love, Your prince charming, Rai.” I reread the letter. My hands shaking.. My heart hurting..

(please, as you read through this chapter, listen to 'Your love' song by Sue Ramirez. Thank you) "You're the one who never lets me sleep, To my mind down to my soul, you touched my lips, You're the one that I can't wait to see, With you here by my side, I'm in ectasty...."

Nhat An nodded to show that she understood, but she was secretly happy in her heart. Through the way Nhat My is lazy, she can guess that she will be accepted for about 70% of the job, the remaining 30% will come from whether the other two have any limbs at this large corporation or Nhat My. Did you change your mind at the last minute?

"Goodbye, for now." Byron whispered, "Dana, I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you to find yourself, for you to love me. This time, I promise I won't let go. I'm confident I can win you over. I'm already your fiancé, after all." After saying my goodbyes to Byron, I boarded the plane. The mountains and rivers stretched out before me, and I knew, this time, I had truly risen from the river.

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

“Why are you giving me these? What is this for? You think you can just send me away, let your fiancée take my place, and then win me back with pretty gifts? I don't want them, Nico. I don't need them.” “Please, Ava,” Nico said, sounding almost desperate. He stepped closer, holding them out further. “Just take them. Look at them. I am not trying to buy you, I know I am far from perfect. But I swear to you… I am trying. I am trying my absolute best to do right by you, even when I don't know how. Please… just accept them. Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

She wondered if any of them were still out there, living stories she hadn’t finished. Raegan pulled out her phone and opened her Notes app. The cursor blinked at her, patient and expectant. For a moment, she hesitated, fingers hovering. Then she typed: This is not love, not the kind I dreamed of. This is staying quiet to keep someone from leaving. This is setting myself on fire just to light the way for them. She stopped, heart racing. Her throat tightened. It wasn’t much. It wasn’t polished or gentle or safe. But it was hers.

Nothing. I move on to the next day. The page is a little burnt on the sides. I try not to imagine what must have happened to the hand that held that diary. 2 July 2010 ‘I don’t know whether my love is shallow or unfounded since we have never talked. But unrequited, untold love is the purest form of love. There is no pretence in that.’

I stop to gather my strength, and find my eyes drawn to his scars again. Was he telling me the truth? That he got those scars as a test subject for Data-X? I find it hard to believe, but after seeing the machine guns today, things aren’t adding up. I’ll have to ask Johnson about it when I call. But first I need to get away from Crazy Man. I put my foot on the running board and pull with all my might. He tumbles out of the van on top of me, knocking me down with his dead weight. I giggle hysterically. This is the second time today I’ve found myself underneath his mass of solid, wiry muscle and it’s doing funny things to my libido. I wriggle out from under him and climb up into the van.

Zena's POV Emotions churned within me as I stood before the captured right hand of El Fuego. The sight of Mr. Lopez stirred a whirlwind of conflicting feelings, a potent concoction of relief, anticipation, and a lingering sense of apprehension. It was a victory, undeniably, to have him in our custody, yet beneath the surface lay the sobering recognition that our journey was far from over. Happiness teased at the edges of my consciousness, an unattainable shade, overshadowed by the harsh reality that success in our line of work was often fleeting, a mere respite in the ceaseless battle against crime and corruption.