Dear Boyfriend
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- Chapitres 8
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Dernière publication mar., mai 2, 2017
It's not a story or a novel!!
It's a journal full of short messages I've written- full of all my feelings from the deepest corners of my heart about love, unveiling my thoughts and encounters of romance, in my heartfelt words.
I'll be adding messages daily to the collection to provide you guys with this new insight into love.
I've sent many of these messages to my sweetheart and you guys are welcome to send any you feel resembles your idea of love to yours too, I'll be more than happy to know how it goes so do tell me about it all in the comments section below.
Love
Summer
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The Silence Within
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥? 𝘝𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵? ****** "𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒. 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑡, 𝐼 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡." 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒Terminé
~Trust Me ~
"I want a divorce." And just hearing him say that my whole world that seemed to revolve around him stopped. Gathering myself I barely managed to speak in a voice that even I could not recognise. I couldn't comprehend anything going around me. "Wh..hy?" As soon as the words left my mouth he threw the file and the photographs spread across the floor. And those photographs had me in compromising positions with not one but several men. Looking at those photos I looked straight into his eyes. Disgust and hatred. The only emotions I could see. Taking a deep breath I composed myself and tried to keep my face void of the emotions I felt at that moment. Hurt and immense pain. If he didn't trust me then he has no right to see me vulnerable too. "Is this the only reason why you want to divorce me? No other except this?" It was foolish of me to ask him but I had to make sure. Also for me trust comes before love. If he doesn't trust me I don't even want to save the relationship. "Is this not enough you whore? What else can I expect from a slut and a gold digger like you! I knew it from the start that all you showed was just a facade. Your innocence, kindness, it was all fake. I just don't believe how can I be so dumb." Was I hurt? No I was broken beyond repair. My heart ached. I felt like I was seconds away from collapsing. I had far exceeded the limit of hurt and pain. I was so powerless in that moment that I couldn't even fight with him. Love makes you strong. I have heard and felt that countless times but they always forget to mention what comes after that. Love makes you weak too. I couldn't shout at him because I loved him. But I had to be brave. For myself. ************************************************** Is love enough for two people to be together or is there something more important than love? This is story of Xander and Sophie who loved each other but still couldn't be together. Because more important than love is trust. © All rights reservedTerminé![The Scent and The Sapphire [old version]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/219612439-256-k709079.jpg)
The Scent and The Sapphire [old version]
Prince Riccardo De L'Aquila. My driven, commanding, and insatiable husband. I'm ferociously addicted to him - being pleasured by him until I am sore and my breath is battered, to see him crave me with a need as fervor and blindingly fierce as mine. He is the most beautiful alpha-male I've ever known. Yet he is also the man who remains tormented at the core by the darkest shadows of his past and mine. Our excruciating past, harrowing sufferance, and constant need for love and permanency is what unites us and makes us entangled in a way nothing else can. I have surrendered myself to him - to let the scorching heat consume me. We are the two tortured souls who have allowed each other to know the deepest, darkest secrets we have been holding in our hearts for years. He is my match in every sense. Our life together is truly just the beginning. Now there is no going back or hiding secrets or avoiding sharing them by ending up tangled in sheets or wherever we can make rough, raw love that can make me forget my purpose of arguing with him or questioning him. Despite my complete submission to him, Rico has shown me that I can be loved intensely. And in turn, I have shown Rico that he is my entire universe, totally worthy of my love and that I belong to him in every sense. Our past has always been an unrelenting demon that has stemmed insecurities and nightmares in both of us, but together, there has been nothing that has kept us from healing from the torment of our past. At least till now. But it's never enough. His fierce need to protect me won't let him make me a part of his fight and I fear his hesitance might push me beyond the brink of devastation. No one has the power to break us, but us. Welcome to the final installment of The Scent Trilogy which is rife with intimacy and emotion - the pinnacle of explosive disagreements, of times where trust was proved and broken, of vows that will be put to the test.Terminé
Side Note: I Think I Love You
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Amore.
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Maybe this time [Completed]
20 years. 3 life stages. 1 last chance to make it right. Can they fix the mistakes of the past and finally be together? Or is their love doomed to never be at all? **************** His eyes burned with fire, silently willing me to say something. But I don't know what it was he wanted me to say. I groaned out loud in frustration. "Help me out here Paul. What is it that you want me to say? I really don't understand." "Elisse," he called out in a gutted voice. "You're slowly killing me." "I'm sorry! I really don't know what you expect me to do!" "Ask me to stay, damn it! Ask me to stay. For you!"Terminé
Dark Twists
I still didn't understand what he said. I couldn't think of anything I had done to hurt him. Maybe I was really clueless about what was going on in his life. I wiped the tears off my face with my sleeve. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled." He said looking away. I sniffed. " So....was ...was..what we had...was our marriage...fake? " He sighed and remained silent. At that moment, I realized that the man I had loved and spent 10 years of my life with not only betrayed me by taking another wife but tried to take everything from me. He came into my life for revenge; he married me for revenge, and he loved me for revenge. Revenge for something I knew nothing about. On top of all that, we even had children. My Father was on his side, and he made me choose ...Divorce my husband and lose the right to being his only heir and lose custody over my children or get used to the fact that my husband married another woman and lived the rest of my life in luxury and misery. I can only hope that someone or something saves me from this hell hole.Terminé
Second No More, a novel
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He Loves Her
Life is a maze, a colourful confusing one at that. Trapped and entranced in my books I never thought I would find a perfect man. No man was like the novels. But I was proven wrong when he stepped one morning into the crowded hallway of my High school. He was art, my dilemma. My mother's dream son. My love... But I never gathered the courage to tell him. And then he was gone for a long, long time. Five years later, I saw him again, standing at the end of the aisle. Waiting for me. His face was dark, all the youth drained off it replaced with sculpted male features. But his gaze was fixated upon one woman. And that wasn't me, his bride, wrapped in white as I walked down the aisle. It was her; it was always her. He loves her. ****** Available on Dreame! Please go support me there!Terminé
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