Love

The Power of Love
Prologue It was weeks since Baroness Massey gave birth to her daughter she named Grace, and only a few weeks prior, Lady Davenport gave birth to her son and heir she named Robert.
By Ronny Whitman4 years ago in Fiction
Love Across Time
“God, what is happening?” This was a constant question I had during this time of my childhood, along through my adulthood. I have always had faith with a belief in God, although I was unsure if God truly existed. But there was this feeling, one I did not understand, telling me he did. I often wondered if I had a purpose on this earth. If there was, I wondered what it might be. Never in my deepest dreams could I have imagined this was to be my life, my purpose. I had to have a reason for being, that there was someone who loved and wanted me. Someone who could make me happy, in fulfilling my life, as I am to make him happy, in fulfilling his life. Take our feelings of loneliness and replace them with love. Not just any love, a great and powerful love. A gift from God.
By Ronny Whitman4 years ago in Fiction
2 Seconds to Heartbrake
“You are the worst thing that happened to me, I wish I had never met you”, those were the words she uttered in complete anger with the worst expression I had ever seen on her face. The emotions were running high like nothing I had ever seen before and it was clear to see the hurt through all the screams, she wasn’t holding back on me, she didn’t care about hurting me at that point, at least not emotionally and so she used everything at her disposal to make me feel pain, just short of stabbing me or throwing a vase in my face. It was surreal for me, I had never seen her so angry, I had never seen her so emotional and yet, here she was, the woman I had married and decided to spend the rest of my life with, where was all of this violence coming from, had it always been in her or was all of it just new, did I suddenly change from the sweet loving man she had fallen in love with or was she always like this and I just hadn’t seen it all this while? So many questions rushing in my mind as I watched her go after me with all sorts of insults and screams.
By real Jema4 years ago in Fiction
The Day Of The Chicken Wings
“Why is it you like chicken wings that much?”, the boy sitting across from me asks me. He looks handsome, and his red cheeks glow in the sun. I know him from a dating app. I've always thought those were crap and just meant for finding someone to get laid. But my best friend May has been urging me to try it for so long now that finally, I've just given in. Assumed that meeting up with a few random guys would be less exhausting than listening to her endless raptures, going something like: “It has been one year now, Kendra!” And maybe, she has actually been right. He's really nice and cute and fun to hang around, and most importantly nothing like Marco.
By Sonja Vogdt4 years ago in Fiction
Twin Flames
There he stood. As he always had. Just inches away from the front door, bouquet of flowers in his hand; a 'I'm sorry' smile plastered across his face. His knuckles still bruised from our last interaction. His hair still ruffled from when I tried to push him away. The tear in his jacket as visible as ever; God, I'll never get to hear the end of that.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Wanderlust
The bell on the door jingled lightly as Savannah flipped the sign from “Open” to “Closed.” The sign fluttered slightly in the warm wind, and Savannah smiled knowing that Spring would soon segue into Summer.
By Cheryl Wray4 years ago in Fiction
Ghost in the Forest
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. May was seating in her cabin , when passerby was talking about a ghost living in the cabin.
By Mariann Carroll4 years ago in Fiction
After the end of the play
Naka Daleni Delaney returned from the theater with her mother, where a play called "Evgeny Onegin" was performed that day. Onegin". She ran to her house, quickly undressed, undid her hair, put on a short skirt and blouse, sat down at the table and tried to write a letter in the style of Dagyana.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
The Fake Medical Record
Deep in the cabinet． At the bottom of the drawer, medical records are an important part of the family archives. Keeping medical records, all those who have this habit, do they have an extraordinary sensitivity and sorrow for time and life?
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
The Story Of Sophia
Sophie and Kalle spent most of the day together, like they used to before all this mess started. Being with him instigated the greatest mix of desire and love she had ever felt in her life. They were lying on the bed, naked, her head resting on his chest, just enjoying each other’s company. Sex was always intense, but somehow, it was never really tiring.
By Suburban Feminist ≡ Kelly4 years ago in Fiction
The taste of my first crush
Zhou Jing, a name that makes my heart beat and impulse. She, my middle school classmate. Fair face, good looks, and good understanding. So, in our class, she is gorgeous and noble like a princess.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
Spring Trip to The Phoenix Hill
The spring girl came quietly, a wind blew, blowing green grass, green willow, blowing wrinkled the river, blowing blue sky, blowing red peach blossoms, blowing awake birds ......
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction