- Leituras 3,044
- Votos 131
- Capítulos 49
MaduroConcluída dom, mar 19, 202313h 24m
____
"I'd love to marry you Leon! Yes!"
He tried slipping the ring on my finger. He did it once. Twice. Thrice. He looked at the ring and sighed, "Shit. I got the wrong size."
"Are you serious?" I laughed wiping tears.
"Yeah..."
He got up and let out a frustrated sigh. He raked his hair back. "I'm sorry. I wish I wasn't such an idiot and just a fucking-"
I silenced him with a kiss. "I love you just as you are idiot."
"And I love you."
____
Zinhle has finally got her eyesight back and is now engaged to Leon Kelly. She never thought she'd find such a man. An honest, trustworthy and selfless man who's presence alone made her feel warm inside. A man who respected and treasured her.
So far their relationship had been an adventure like no other. They thought they could conquer the world together. In fact, the road after engagement to marriage is simple right? All you're doing is planning a wedding. The hardships are over.
They soon discover living together is not as easy as they thought and that the road to marriage isn't sunshine and rainbows. In fact, it's tough. It would have them fighting like never before and questioning their future together. But most of all, it would teach them a very important lesson in life.
Love is tough. Love hurts. It won't always be full of hugs and kisses, it will sometimes include heart breaking words and scars. But because it's love, no matter how many times you have to pick up and fix up your heart after its ripped out, stabbed and kicked around, you always find a way to go back for the little moments you treasure.
Todos os Direitos Reservados
SériesConcluída
Blind Love
Volume 142 capítulos- Volume 249 capítulos
Volume 345 capítulos
Junte-se a maior comunidade de histórias do mundoTenha recomendações personalizadas, guarde as suas histórias favoritas na sua biblioteca e comente e vote para expandir a sua comunidade.
Talvez você também goste
Our Temporary Summer(BL Cigarettes Series #1 On-going)
Zephyr Leon Villanueva once held a scalpel like it was an extension of his soul. A renowned surgeon, he had saved countless lives inside the cold, sterile walls of the operating room. People called him a hero not just for his skill, but for the quiet strength he carried, the way he looked patients in the eye and promised, "You'll be okay." And they believed him. Until one day, he failed. Isang batang dinala sa ospital. Critical. May pag-asa pa raw, sabi ng mga nurse, sabi ng mga magulang. The family clung to hope, and they clung to Zephyr. Sanay siya sa pressure. Sa mga oras na parang taning na lang ang pumipintig sa pagitan ng buhay at kamatayan. Pero noong araw na 'yon, parang may humila sa lahat ng alam niya. His hands-usually steady, precise shook. His mind usually sharp went blank. The operation failed. The child died. And with that, Zephyr Leon Villanueva the hero died too. Naging headline ang pagkakamali niya. People demanded answers. The hospital launched an investigation. His medical license was revoked. The ones who once called him a savior now saw him as a disgrace. He disappeared from the city. Walang paalam, walang paliwanag. He left behind the world of shining hospital lights and echoing corridors. He moved to a quiet town Santa Rosa. A place untouched by his past. Doon, tahimik siyang namuhay. Sa isang maliit na klinika na halos walang pondo, tumutulong siya nang libre. Walang pangalan. Walang expectations. Just a man with a broken heart trying to patch others back together. Hanggang sa dumating si Wade. A famous musician. The lead electric guitarist of a band that once set the stage on fire until they suddenly announced a break. No warning. No scandal. Just silence. Wade didn't come to Santa Rosa for a comeback. He came for peace. For healing. But he wasn't just running from the noise of fame. He carried a silence of his own he kind born from wounds no melody could soothe. And that's where their temporary summer begins.
Twain Became One
PUBLISHED ON THE NOVELSTAR PLATFORM PUBLISHED ON THE NOVELNOW PLATFORM PUBLISHED ON HINOVEL AS A FREE STORY **** "How do I stop loving you? Teach me how to, Ayomide because you stopped. If not, how can you love and hurt me so? Tell me, Ayo because this pain is so much." Pamela thumped her chest as she spoke. The ache was swift and throbbing, she rubbed her fist against her chest to ease the pain. Hanging his head in shame, he whispered, "I don't know." **** She is a supposed home wrecker. He is the son of a mistress. Fire and ice rolled into one, yet she stills his racing heart and life. Making vows and getting to the altar is easy. Especially with how much they love each other. But keeping those vows is harder. When guilt comes in the form of a dead friend's sister and a deadly obsession, three becomes a crowd. It feels like their entire marriage is crumbling and there is nothing more to hold onto. It takes losing and loving her to get them back on their journey of becoming one. Two souls as one isn't always harmonious or beautiful. No! Sometimes, it's messy, but messy is real. Perfect relationships aren't real anyway and real relationships aren't perfect. ***** **Full length novel won't be available on wattpad** This is Chris and Pamela's journey. Completed: March 19, 2020 Editing by @JoannOgwu #T&A #projectNigeria.Concluída
WHAT COMES AFTER THE END OF THIS
Prepare to live. Prepare to die. And mostly prepare to fall in love. An age old High school, a seemingly age old forbidden romance. But will it remain as typical when life for Yrene Jones seems to be taking a new turn every passing second? Read to follow Yrene's journey as she tackles the obstacles through and through. Prepare yourself for the most epic love triangle since the Salvatore brothers and Elena Gilbert; prepare yourself for Yrene Jones, Jason Dawfield and Chase Drew. Cheers! *excerpt* "Answer me goddamit!" He sounded pained and enraged but I too was not going to fall for his shit. Ignoring the sparks I still felt shooting where my arm connected with his hand I backed into the wall. "Why the fuck do you care Chase? Huh? What is it to you if I live or die? Why can't you let me be?" I screamed this at him in a rush of fury, not realising how the gap between us had minimised to zero and how our angry bodies were almost touching, our faces inches apart. "I don't know why I fucking care Yrene, but I do!" He sounded so pained and broken, as if every word was an effort, "So let me care for you! Let me help you get through whatever it is you're facing! You're not fucking alone in this, look around you for once! There are people who care for you! I care for you!" My heart begins to pound uncontrollably in my chest after hearing this but I don't let it show, "But you're just too stubborn to let anyone help you!" He too screams this at me in pure, hot, frustration and I hang my head low with shame. He was right but he had no right to be right. *** There are many errors of tense in this story and I will fix them the moment I complete it. warning: contains mature language and triggering themes. Reader's discretion advised.Concluída
Masoom dil
Dawood Malik A 28-year-old handsome hunk, a sight for sore eyes- But unfortunately living with a cognitive disorder. Despite his age, his mind is like that of an 8-year-old-so innocent, so fragile, unaware of the world's darkness. Noor-e-Fishaan Zakhraov A 20-year-old fragile, beautiful girl with purple eyes and raven-black hair flowing down to her hips. Her pale white skin makes her look like an innocent soul trapped in a witch's body. Only if her beauty can buy her naseeb, for her , life has been filled with troubles, pain, and sabr. What will happen when these two completely opposite lives become entangled by destiny? . She was dressing his hand, applying ointment. Noor looked like a real hoor in her emerald green silk abaya, with a dupatta draped over her head. Her full concentration was on his hand, and she hissed softly, as if feeling his pain herself. She was about to wrap the gauze around his knuckles and palm when he suddenly grabbed her face with the same injured hand, painting her pale skin with his blood, and latched his lips onto hers like she was the last drop of water he needed to survive. Noor clutched his shirt with one hand, trying to breathe. She held his beard-clad jaw and let him take what he wanted... Sucking the life out of her lips, he stared into her purple eyes, now filled with warmth. Her cheeks had turned red like cherries, and her plump red lips glistened with their mixed saliva, making her look ethereal. Neither of them was aware of the piercing, pain-filled gaze of the man standing at the door, feeling like his heart would stop a thousand times over. He saw the way his brother kissed her like he owned her heart'. His heart bleed seeing them. P.s. it's not a Love triangle.Concluída
𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞 || 𝟏𝟖+
Two broken souls in the midst of a crazy world. Two souls running away from their past. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel was cracking, slowly closing in. When these two connect, as if they were set on the same path, light creeps in through the cracks, and for or a moment, the tunnel seems to have a way out, but what if it collapses before they make it? - "You saved my life." The words come out as a whisper, I've been dying to say that. I thank god every day that he came into my life when he did. "Fuck Vivian, you don't know how much I needed you." I tear up just a little as he speaks, I don't know the last time I cried happy tears. I bring my hands up to cup his cheeks, resting my forehead against his. "No matter how much I push, I don't mean it. Please don't give up on me." My words seem to relieve him in some way as I feel his shoulders relax. "Even when I'm gone, I'll be by your side, forever." He brings his hand, sticking his pinky out. "pinky promise."I wrap mine around his, placing a kiss on his lips. Warning before you read!! This is my first book! This book will contain topics of SA, eating disorders, and mature content, if any of these things may bother you in anyway, please scroll! I hope when I finish this book I can public a clean version, with a different perspective leaving out these topics, but for now, this is how i've envisioned this story to go! Enjoy -Ash🌸
Behind The Walls
My fingers slid down his frangible ribs, subconsciously counting each one. I stared upon his scrawny figure. My hatred had quickly turned into guilt and embarrassment. The taste of my salty tears filled the corners of my lips; I had really been standing here for twenty minutes now. The path that lead me to this destination was unquestionably not a pleasing one. ♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️ 🏰 Adelaide is forced to marry the prince from her neighbouring kingdom of Arcania... at least, that's what the prophecy of the envelope determines. Adelaide has gotten tired of being pushed around all her life; she decides to take matters into her own hands and ventures off to Arcania to plan her escape. Not expecting to find her fiancé's diary, she begins to read it. Her eyes are unveiled to the sins he has committed, or are they really his sins? Will Adelaide be able to escape the marriage she's forced into? Is there a deeper meaning behind her mistreatment? Does she end up changing her mind and falling in love with this mysterious man anyways? . . . I still need to proof read this one more so please point out any mistakes you find✨ 🃏This book consists of:🃏 ♦️Angst~ ♣️Abusive relationships ♥️Mental disorders ♠️Physical abuse ♦️Murder ♣️No smut ♥️Slight Fluff / 🧀 ♠️no harsh language/ cursing enjoy xx {I don't own any of the images used in this story; credit goes to all the rightful owners}Concluída
The Devil's Crybaby
A man stormed in with a gun. She was shot. She lived, but the part of her that trusted life didn't. After that, she became careful. She avoided crowds. Sudden movements made her freeze. She spent more time alone because it felt easier than being around people who didn't understand what had happened to her. Life became smaller, but it felt safer that way. Then one night, someone came for her. He took her from her bed without explaining who he was. He kept her moving, kept her close, and kept his distance at the same time. A man who lived by rules she didn't understand and fear she couldn't escape. Everything about him screamed danger, yet he never touched her without reason. Never spoke more than necessary. He lived for one person only. Everything he did was for his brother. His brother had lost an eye years ago because of him, and he treated that loss like something he could never make right. He followed his brother's orders without thinking about the consequences. When his brother wanted something, he made it happen. Eliza asked questions. Tried to understand what she had been pulled into. The man who kidnapped her protected her but never from the truth. In the silence he left behind, she started filling in the gaps herself. She told herself he wouldn't protect her if she didn't matter. She told herself that the way he stayed close meant something. When she finally learns the reason she was taken, it doesn't come gently. It strips away everything she believed and leaves her facing the fact that she was never chosen. She was a promise. A problem someone else decided to solve. Two brothers want different things from her. One wants to own her. One never planned to keep her. Around them is a world where violence is normal, where people disappear without anyone asking questions, and where some men hunt for reasons that have nothing to do with survival. This is not a story about being saved.
His Secret Roommate ✓
She wasn't supposed to be in his life. He wasn't supposed to care. But fate doesn't ask permission. Hiding from a dark past that nearly destroyed her, she ends up in the most unexpected place living secretly in the bedroom of a stranger, hidden from his family, her name erased from the world outside. He gives her shelter without questions, and in return, she stays invisible. What begins as a quiet coexistence grows into something unspoken. But the closer they get, the more fragile the lie becomes. She's hiding in his room. He's hiding his feelings. And outside their stolen peace, the storm is closing in. Just when she begins to believe in safety, the truth catches up and nothing is what it seems. Now, with love blooming in the shadows and danger pressing at the door, she must make an impossible choice: run before he gets hurt, or stay and risk losing him forever. Twisted pasts. Buried truths. And a decision that could shatter them both. This is not just a story about falling in love. It's about surviving it. _________ A twisted smile spread across his face as he leaned in closer, his hot, alcohol-laced breath over her. He pressed his nose to her neck, inhaling deeply before pulling back slightly to growl in her ear, "You can't run away anymore." he slurred, his voice a sinister whisper. His eyes bore into hers with a mix of anger and possessiveness that made her blood run cold. Her mind raced, desperately trying to think of a way to escape. "Let me go!" she cried, her voice trembling. She tried to pull away, but he only tightened his grip, his other hand moving to her waist to hold her closer. "You're mine," he growled, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "And no one gets to take what's mine, not even your bastard lover".Concluída
Zephyr Leon Villanueva once held a scalpel like it was an extension of his soul. A renowned surgeon, he had saved countless lives inside the cold, sterile walls of the operating room. People called him a hero not just for his skill, but for the quiet strength he carried, the way he looked patients in the eye and promised, "You'll be okay." And they believed him. Until one day, he failed. Isang batang dinala sa ospital. Critical. May pag-asa pa raw, sabi ng mga nurse, sabi ng mga magulang. The family clung to hope, and they clung to Zephyr. Sanay siya sa pressure. Sa mga oras na parang taning na lang ang pumipintig sa pagitan ng buhay at kamatayan. Pero noong araw na 'yon, parang may humila sa lahat ng alam niya. His hands-usually steady, precise shook. His mind usually sharp went blank. The operation failed. The child died. And with that, Zephyr Leon Villanueva the hero died too. Naging headline ang pagkakamali niya. People demanded answers. The hospital launched an investigation. His medical license was revoked. The ones who once called him a savior now saw him as a disgrace. He disappeared from the city. Walang paalam, walang paliwanag. He left behind the world of shining hospital lights and echoing corridors. He moved to a quiet town Santa Rosa. A place untouched by his past. Doon, tahimik siyang namuhay. Sa isang maliit na klinika na halos walang pondo, tumutulong siya nang libre. Walang pangalan. Walang expectations. Just a man with a broken heart trying to patch others back together. Hanggang sa dumating si Wade. A famous musician. The lead electric guitarist of a band that once set the stage on fire until they suddenly announced a break. No warning. No scandal. Just silence. Wade didn't come to Santa Rosa for a comeback. He came for peace. For healing. But he wasn't just running from the noise of fame. He carried a silence of his own he kind born from wounds no melody could soothe. And that's where their temporary summer begins.
Mais detalhesDiretrizes de Conteúdo