My Storybook Ending

My Storybook Ending

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She always dreamed with her nose in a book, Of love that was tender, laughter that shook. A girl who wished for a life all her own, In stories she read, her heart had grown. Then fate, like a whisper, stepped quietly near, A contract, a meeting, a love so sincere. Through laughter, through tears, through moments unknown, She found a life that was beautifully her own. From daydreams to chaos, from courage to play, Her storybook ending came in its way. A tale of a girl, a love, and a start- A life woven fully from the heart. "She read about love in novels... and then lived her perfect ending."
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Short Story: One COMPLETED and EDITED She was there every weekend, with her nose buried deep down in romantic books. She was oblivious to almost everything, even to the Man who visited that place, even though he had no interest in books, only for her. _________________________________________ She smiled shyly, and muttered, "You know me so well." "Of course I know. I know almost everything about you." He said the last words in a whisper while tucking a strand of her hair. Her heart beat raced, cheeks became hot and tips of her ear full red. She didn't dare to look at him. He cupped her chin and pulled her face towards him softly, making her look at him. "You have no idea how beautiful you are, in and out." He whispered looking in her eyes intently, with so much love for her. She was panting slightly by now. He cupped her right cheek, brushing it with his thumb slowly, feeling the softness of her skin. She leaned her face towards to his palm, loving the touch and the warmth it was giving. The feeling was new to her. The touch was new to her. ************

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