Romance - Page 59
NOTE: THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL STORY! Someone else wrote it. I took it and tweaked and edited it a little but it's not mine. It’s dark, I can’t see anything. My eyes are covered with something. I start to panic. I can’t move my arms or leg. They’re tied to the bed I lying on



The day after I married the love of my life, we flew to our honeymoon destination in the Bora Bora, French Polynesia. Janet and I chose a small honeymoon resort because we were on a limited budget. When we arrived, the place looked old and a little run down but we could care less
Molly and I didn’t say much more to each other that night. The next day, I think both of us wanted to talk to each other, yet we both somehow knew we shouldn’t have. Both of us felt this invisible barrier between us, begging us to not talk to each other
############## Nivagi is my girlfriend – we’ve been dating since 2008. We both date other people openly, including our girlfriend Ke
The Sun's quiet decent had already begun as the silhouette of a pair drenched in it's last amber laces slowly made its way to where the water swam ashore simply to rush back to the safety of the sea
Chapter 1 fifteen year old Lecretia Della Rizzi lay huddled for warmth. She was half delirious, soaked from the rain and chilled down to her core. But she preferred this to what was waiting for her back home. Suddenly she felt two hands wrap gently around her shoulders



The trip home Friday after work was a lot more pleasant than Thursday was and we’re home on time and Loretta is skeptical but when she sees me and that I’m alright and talking with Mr. Delauter


1. Coming out of my shell It had been a rough several months. I was almost through my last year of high school. It had been a very trying and frustrating time for me
This story is inspired by the 1979 film "Yanks." “Yanks” is a story of intercultural relationships, between GI’s stationed in Northern England during WWII and the local girls
Kelly watched her mom wash dishes at the sink. Pondering over how to tell her mom that her friend, Lily, was coming over, she had gone over different options all afternoon. She had met Lily online, and they had formed a fast friendship that led to an online romance
s stuck in peak hour traffic with some idiot behind her who must have his hand glued to the bloody car’s horn! Did the wanker not realise that she had a gazillion cars stopped in front of her and she could not move? The worst part, it was that time of the year she hated, yep it was Shae’s Birthday



Thank you, everyone, for the nice comments and generally positive ratings. I apologize that part 2 has taken so long, but I wanted to make sure it was as good as I could make it before posting. I hope you enjoy this part, and look for a part 3 in the coming weeks
Janet Fuller's mum shouted for her to come down the stairs as her daughter's new boyfriend waited patiently by the door, impressing her with his strong, youthful good looks



Tyler turns to slam the door but his guard is dropped I take my chance and turn to run at the door but it slam's shut on my fingers, I drop to the floor in pain and grip my hand
Our evening was a tense one with me being pissed off about now being drug mules without our knowledge. The girls keep me from doing anything now since we’re gonna be in Texas in a matter of hours and after a good night’s sleep