《The Age of Forever | ✓》5 | This
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"Look, don't get me wrong! I know there is no tomorrow"
~ All I Ask (25)
, right before you left," I answered him in a much quieter tone. He gave a sharp nod, motioning for me to elaborate. I sighed. "I declined when you offered lunch and I guess I regretted that afterwards. It's been bothering me more than it should, more than I had expected it to."
I had spoken without second thought, just letting my feeling out on the table. If I was going to talk to him, I can't lie. He has this look in his eyes when he looks into mine, like he can tell that I'm anxious, nervous of what he'd think. It like he knows every emotion that courses through me. It's surprising and refreshing. Not many people can read me. Not even my daughter.
His reaction wasn't what I thought it'd be though. He didn't look angry, he rather looked shocked, maybe even intrigued. "I didn't know you felt that way."
I let out a small breath of relief at the easiness in his voice. "That makes two of us," I lightly chuckled. "I'm sorry."
His eyebrows furrowed. "For what? Declining my offer?" I nodded and he looked ready to laugh me out the door. "Love, you don't need to worry about that."
My breath caught in my throat as the word 'love' spilled from his lips so easily. Of course I knew the endearment word was a casually and regularly used term by some, but the fact that it was coming from Harold and directed towards me did unexplainable things to my heart. "Well, I'm sorry anyway. I shouldn't have been so rude."
He shook his head. "Stop apologizing. You didn't do anything wrong."
"Are you sure?" I asked, still not convinced. I feel like I would've been a bit upset if someone had declined me in the harsh way I'd do so to Harold. I know I'd been harsh, I knew as I was doing it. I just don't understand why he wasn't affected by it.
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You're decades his senior and he's more mature than you. Nice.
While my subconscious continued to condemn my thoughts, Harold reached for my hand and lightly grasped it. My breath hitched and I actually stopped breathing for a brief moment. My eyes rose from the table cloth to his bright eyes that held warmth so great, I felt as though I was getting a glimpse of paradise. "What happened after we got out of the elevator isn't something you need to keep feeling bad for, love. It didn't hurt my feelings. I'll admit that I was a bit taken back, but I also understood where you were coming from. So, please, stop apologizing for something you didn't do wrong."
My mouth gaped open in a shocked state that I couldn't bring myself out of. I was staring at him. I knew I was. But I couldn't help it. Everything he'd said washed away the guilt that had been eating me up and suddenly my shoulders felt tons lighter. I finally breathed and looked away from his eyes and at our hands that were locked in a soft grasp.
"Then let me do something for you that'll make me feel good about what happened that day," I said, willing myself to look back up into his intent eyes.
He tilted his head. "Adele, you real-"
"I know, I know what you said," I interrupted, pleading him with my eyes, "but I want to do this. Please let me."
He sighed and shook his head. "I just don't want you to feel bad about something non-problematic."
I smiled and closed my eyes for a short moment. He was being thoughtful and I truly appreciated that, more than he would ever know. "I'm not feeling bad anymore. That ended a while ago. I just want to do this for you."
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His hand twitched in mine, which resulted in my heart picking up its pace. His eyes narrowed and he asked, "Why you want to do something for me so badly?"
I immediately opened my mouth to respond, because I thought I had the perfect answer. But I realized then that I had no rational answer. I couldn't tell him of why I wanted to do this. Imagine his reaction to, "there's something about you that reminds me of life I left behind. A life I want back. A life I would do almost anything to regain"; he would run shitted.
So I did the only thing I could think of. I shook my hand from under his, instantly feeling an unwelcoming coldness, and crossed my arms. I let out a large breath of mixed emotions, hoping that was enough for an answer.
"Adele?"
"Hmm?"
"You haven't exactly answered my question, you know?" He replied with a hint of humor, which was way more than what I'd expected.
I looked up and saw him leaning closer, his eyes still a land of questions filled with uncertainty. "I know. I'm sorry."
As soon as I'd spoke, he closed his eyes and let out a sharp breath. "I just don't understand why you keep apologizing. I asked you a simple question, Elle. Why can't you just give it to me straight?"
I blinked exactly seven times after hearing him speak as if blinking that many times would somehow clear my mind. But then he opened his eyes and he seemed so sad. Not just because I'm being an idiot, but because of so much more. More than what I've dealt with. More than what I could ever imagine. Which is saying a lot, because my life has put me through situations that sometimes made me question if all this was even worth it, especially if it never ends. But Harold. God, Harold. There was something in the way his eyes darkened and opened to a world that seemed so drowning and empty.
He looked absolutely exhausted and seeing that just made me spill everything. I bit the inside of my bottom lips and reached for his hand, gripping it tightly as if it were my lifeline. Honestly with the choice I've made, it probably is. "I didn't mean to be so confusing. But, I do have an answer for you. I...Whenever I'm close to you or whenever I look into your eyes, there's this sense of familiarity that I can't shake off. And it bothers me. It bothered me in that elevator. It bothered me this past week. And it's driving me crazy right now. I don't know what it is. I can't understand it. I feel like I've met you before, gotten to know you more than I have now. And it's scary because I'm one hundred percent sure I've never met you before. Yet I feel like I know you," I almost laughed at how pathetic I sounded towards the end, "You must think I'm stupid."
I felt him squeeze my hand tighter, and I refocused on him, finding the courage to try and read his reaction to what I'd just said. His eyes were wide, his eyes lighter with a sense of lightness. "I don't think you're stupid, love. That was the farthest thing from stupid. That was quite brave."
I laughed; I had to. "Hmm. Maybe. But you have to admit, it's crazy."
He shrugged and smiled. "You know what else's crazy?"
"What?"
His smile widened. "This."
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Forbidden Desire. | ✓
Sahara Akbar is a happy-go-lucky, naïve 19 year old Muslim girl, raised with high morals and ethics. She tries her best every single day to practice her religion as well as she can in order to reach the highest form of her spiritual life. But there are times she gets sidetracked, like when she gets late for Nama'az because she spends too much time watching Netflix or when she sees a random cute guy on the streets and falls in "love". Hey, I said she tries, I didn't say she was perfect. Damian Visiliev is a tatted up ruthless, arrogant, cold-hearted billionaire, who could care less about religion. All he cares about is W.W.S: Wealth. Women. Sex. Settling down and getting married is something that doesn't exist in his life. Period. In fact, he despises the idea of spending a lifetime with one person because he doesn't believe in the idea of loving one person for the rest of one's life. But what happens when you throw two polar opposites into each other's world? In fact, how does a Muslim girl, who's trying hard to be a good Muslim and a Russian businessman, who doesn't give a damn about anything even end up intertwined in each other's worlds? Will there be forbidden desire that stirs between them? Well, I guess you're about to find out. Join the journey full of romance, drama, heartbreaks, and mysteries. **YOU DONT HAVE TO BE A MUSLIM TO READ THIS** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!
8 223The Broken Luna
"You raped me. My parents are dead due to the chain of events that happened after your reckless actions. How could you ever expect me to be your mate after everything you have done to me. You have turned into a monster of a person.You are more wolf than man." "I know what I've done. But you Ally Jackson are mine. You are my mate you are this packs Luna and nothing will change that. I have been without your for too long and now that I have you I'm not letting you go" his eyes were black meaning his wolf in in control."If you want me as your Luna fine, I will be the best luna there ever has been. But I can and never will love you like a real mate. You may have forced me into a lot of things, like losing me virginity before I was ready. Forcing me and my parents out of this pack. Forcing me to be your Luna. But You can never force me to have any actual feeling towards you and you can't force me to love you"I spat into his face the only emotion pumping through my veins was pure anger.
8 196Nebula's Echo (a Naruto Fanfic)
When you die, is it eternal sleep that awaits you? Maybe you'll go to heaven or hell and spend the rest of eternity there. Or, just maybe, you'll get... reincarnated.That's what happened to me. I was pushed into another world by a seriously misinformed sphere of light. But I didn't reincarnate as a human. Maybe a lizard? Lizards are cool... I'd like to be a lizard.But no. I was reborn as something much more powerful, much more sinister and frightening. My birth changed the world."Five days of disaster shook the world. Floods, wildfires, earthquakes, tornadoes, and storms covering the sky in lightning. On the sixth day, a eerie silence followed. As the full moon graced the sky, an intense wave of energy like nothing ever felt before by the creatures of the world swept over the land. The moon shined blood red, turning the sky into an ominous crimson.The nine bijuus perked up inside their jinchuuriki. They knew what was happening. They felt it, in the depths of their souls. This was the birth of a tailed beast."_______________DISCLAIMERI do not own Naruto (I WISH), I only own my oc and the concept/eventual changes in the storyline.I also do not own any of the pictures, they all belong to their rightful owners. Credits to VIBIBO for the amazing cover! (Twitter @vibibo_ if I didn't get the wrong creator, which i really hope cuz their work is amazing and they deserve the credit!)If you see your picture on here and want me to take it down, let me know ☺️+ slight WARNINGThis is rather....trash...I apologize profusely in advance..
8 157Married to the Bidder
Isabelle Bleiken was only there for a job, and it was just another day when suddenly a group of men kidnapped her. She doesn't know what she was gonna do until she woke up in an unfamiliar surroundings so when the blindfolds were removed and she opened her eyes. It was a nightmare, she was in an...Auction???Different random men were bidding on her...thousands turns into millions. She didn't know what to do when suddenly one guy...one guy bought her for 50 million dollars. And that guy is the only Rafael Knight. The cold and cunning billionaire who doesn't know how to be kind to someone. Even just hearing his name makes her nervous. But he didn't only bought her for her to be his slave. He needs something from her...more than a slave could ever give.Rafael needs her help and Isabelle's timing is perfect. She needs his help as well. Then she has no choice but to accept it. What does he wants to do? ˝I bought you to be my wife."He needs a wife to prove to his Father and his whole family that he deserves his family's company more than his older brother deserves it. But that was not the only reason why he needs a wife.Belle has one problem...How can you turn down a hot billionaire like him?*Married to the Bidder is finally complete*
8 166His Muffin
Amaya Rose.she is sweet and also very good at baking.she ignores her attraction for him because she doesn't know who he is, all she knows is that he works in the same building as her.what happens when she realizes he is her boss?Xavier Knight.He isn't nice to people unless he is close to them.But he has a soft spot for the girl who makes muffins for him?Sneak peek:I look at the time, 6:01, she is talking to him cause I'm a minute late? I need to start being exact again."Hey muffin," I greet, cutting whatever he was saying off. "Hello sir," she smiles, God, her smile. Fuck. "I'll be there Blake, I promise," be where? Why is she promising him that? Why do I care? Why am I questioning everything when it comes to this girl?*This book contains sexually explicit scenes*
8 219မောင့်ကိုချစ်ဖို့ မွေးဖွားလာပါသည်။
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