4 shot? But I don't even know if these are going to be connected.

NADINE: I knew the consequences. I knew it will hurt like hell. I knew it will never be returned. I knew the consequences of falling for him. But somehow, I did. JAMES I wanted to get away from her. I wanted separated paths. I wanted to be free. It was everything I've ever wanted. So why am I not happy?

LOVE can be varies in meanings, but is it only meant for someone to fall in love with right person? What if it chose to love the wrong person? What if a heart of misandrist (men-hater) started to love a man in her life? Nadine Alexis Lustre was a pastry chef whom developed misandry due to her awful childhood past. To fulfil her beloved mother's wish to see her getting married, she decided to hire a husband only for a year. Robert James Reid was a mysterious guy whom agreed to be her husband due some reasons, but he didn't know that being a husband to this misandrist caused his heart unconsciously developed the love for her. As James was the first man that Nadine let him to be so closed to her, she started to feel attach yet her hatred and ego denied all his kindness and affections toward her. What would happen when this marriage trapped Nadine in confusing love with James? Would James able to free this misandrist from her awful past and make his wife love him as much as he did?

They were meant to be together - in business. In real life, I think not. They were focusing more on their future rather than themselves. Risking theirselves on the so called love was insane - bad. It would make them easier to be just friends. But as long they deny it, it will be more than visible as the naked eye could see. He - And she was like the first cigarette. You don't know what you're doing at first and before you know it; you're addicted. She - And I know he's danger, a warning in the middle of the road. But I am curious, of what's going to happen. So I risk everything just for him.

I. Let's start by not calling it love. II. Your scent still stinks in my skin and you smell like pot and nicotine. You left a trail on my hair so you can find me anywhere. III. When I close my eyes I could still feel your hands tracing the weakest parts of me. And the warmth of your palm easing the ache of my misery. IV. I knew that our fire won't last long but the fact that I have enjoyed the sparks when we ignited was enough for me so I chose to burn with you. V. And my bones blaze along with your sighs and conflagrate my soul with your breathing. VI. Your heat almost felt like love. VII. I know how good you are in turning memories into ashes but ours was crimated beautifully. VIII. I like staring at you while you're sleeping and imagining the scene of how you would leave me one day. Because I could see it coming. I don't know how soon but it will come anyway. IX. Us- A short-lived flame that burned everything. X. Let's stop by not calling it love.

One shots to fill in the gaps. Ideas on shorter forms. Message me for prompts. :)

Jadine: James Reid and Nadine Lustre A collection of one shots based on different prompts. All work is purely fictional (and part of my imagination) despite similarities to the real schedule of James and Nadine. Enjoy