You Will Always Be My Forever Sign の小説・ストーリー

Then, with a gentle withdrawal, I left behind my mark, its delicate, glittering pattern shimmering along the side of her face like a promise of forever. With a quiet snap, I summoned a mirror and held it up, allowing her to behold the mark that now adorned her cheek. As Roxy's fingers danced across the mark, her eyes sparkled with wonder, and a soft gasp of delight escaped her lips. I couldn't help but purr, my voice low and husky, as I gazed at her adoringly. "The infinity symbol," I murmured, "a token of infinite love, forever bound to my heart. My mark on you, Roxy, signifies that you are mine, and I am yours, for all eternity. You are my chosen one, my mate, my everything."

I hugged him again, gripping the fabric of his clothing like a lifeline, knowing that this time, we were never letting go. This was forever, and nothing would come between us again. The end.

"You're saying you don't like me? Impossible. You chased me for ten years. Ten whole years! How many decades does a person get in a lifetime? You really think you can just let go, just like that?" My eyes stung with tears. He knew. He knew everything. Yet, he still looked down on me, using my feelings for him to humiliate and hurt me as he pleased. "Terrence, don't forget that we never even had a relationship. Do I need your permission to stop loving you?" With that, I turned to leave. Terrence reached out to grab me again, and in the struggle, the bracelet was finally torn from my wrist. "Actually, we—" He stopped mid-sentence. He froze, staring at the tears welling in my eyes. Then, he pan

“My heart, my soul, my eternal desire.” Our clothes fell away, discarded remnants of a world that no longer mattered. Skin met skin, heat met heat, and the room filled with the sounds of our shared breaths and whispered endearments. His mark, the crescent and serpent sigil, pulsed with an otherworldly light, a beacon of our unbreakable bond, a promise of forever.

Because closure doesn’t always come with perfect words or final hugs. Sometimes, it comes in the quiet knowing: This chapter is over. And I’m not rewriting it.

She was surprised. "You should warn me," she whispered shyly. He chuckled, "You look cute when you're shy," he whispered... She blushed. "Don't make me blush," she said and he kissed her again. "Will you be my Luna?" he asked and stretched his arm. "I would love to," she responded and held his hand. Choven announced to everyone that Azhea would become their luna and they all howled in a monotone. It sounded too good as a piece of warm music, it was too perfect which made Choven glad.

“I have something for you.” Maria sat up, curious. “What is it?” He opened the box to reveal two tiny bracelets, each engraved with the names they had chosen—Liana and Joaquin. “For our little miracles,” he said. Maria’s eyes filled with tears. “They’re perfect.” Jericho sat beside her, wrapping his arms around her. “I want them to be born here. Safely. Surrounded by love.” Maria nodded. “Then we stay.” That evening, the couple took a walk through the garden. The stars above twinkled like diamonds, and the air was cool and crisp.

His heart thudded under my ear. "I promise when we do this for real--When we do it again, it's going to be the talk of the country," he whispered into my hair. I nodded. He drew back from me and cupped my face. His image was blurry in my sight now. My eyes were filled with tears. But I could see him smiling down at me and his fingers stroked my face. I could hear the pastor reciting the usual words I have seen said in movies at weddings but it didn’t quite make any meaning to me. What mattered was that Evan was doing this special ceremony to make his intentions super clear and I was blown by it. And when he prompted, "Will you be mine, Estera — forever?" I said yes. I asked the same of him,

She told me that judging by how this year was the ninth year she had loved me, it proved that our relationship could last forever. Upon hearing that, I instantly recalled a quote, "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with," in a reply I once stumbled upon on the internet. At that time, I was still doubtful about this statement, but now, I supposed that the user was right. Unexpectedly, Ashley divorced during the second year of my marriage with Luna. That day, she contacted me. She said that she had nowhere to go and sleep and that I was the only one she could rely on.

So it wasn't merry me. "No!" I shook my head and pressed my lips in a thin line. "Why?" He asked. Really! "Dude, I just came out from a marriage that didn't do me good. Do you think I want to enter another one?" I placed my hands in an X sign. "No." He looked a bit confused. "Its not going to be a real marriage." I looked at him with skeptical eyes. "What do you mean? You just said I should marry you. What marriage isn't real? I'm out of here." I stood up, placing my feet on the cold, titled floor.