Showing results for "Sorrow" in Contemporary

Her father murdered my uncle in front of me, starting a war between our families, and I learned from a young age to never trust a Paladino. But I never expected to be so captivated by the daughter of the very man I long to kill. The sight of her, dancing in another man's arms, ignites a fury so powerful it catches me off guard. My interest in her is dangerous, and the lines of my loyalty are blurring. I should hate her. I do hate her. At least, that's what I continue to tell myself.

Manches im Leben strahlt so hell, dass es erst aus der Entfernung wirklich gesehen werden kann. Die erste große Liebe ist so eine Sache, die immer noch leuchtet, auch wenn sie längst verglüht ist. Und jeder ist der Hauptdarsteller seiner ersten Liebesgeschichte. Auch Charlie Lewis. Nichts an ihm ist ansonsten besonders. Er sieht ok aus, seine Noten sind so mittel, selbst die Scheidung seiner Eltern ist nur normal unglücklich. Dann begegnet er Fran Fisher, und seine Welt steht Kopf.

Nobody asked him to step in. I had everything under control, but by the time I shuffled onstage, there was no chance to stop him. Men ogled and touched as I offered my body and soul to the highest bidder, and I could tell my stranger didn’t like what he saw. Or maybe he did. Maybe he liked it too much, and that was why his number shot up. A quarter billion dollars and one existential crisis later, Cash Primrose was dragging me down the aisle in the name of convenience. I suppose it could be worse.

Werther, a sensitive young artist, finds himself in Wahlheim, a quiet, attractive village in Germany where he seeks solace from the turmoils of love. It is a young spring, and he hopes that arcadian solitude will prove a genial balm to his mind. But his romantic tendency rules otherwise, and he falls in love with Charlotte - Lotte - even though he knows she is affianced to another.

He rescued me from my room in the tower and set me free. I'm lost in a new world, unable to navigate my new life. The rules and regulations of my enforced conformity were like restraints, and with them gone, I'm unmoored. I need a new safety and crave the certainty I had in my tower but without the pain and sorrow. Can this brutal but beautiful man, my fallen angel, give me that? I believe so. Slowly, one fragile step at a time, I explore my new world.

We all have guilty pleasures. Mine was the boy my father took in. The guy everyone said I was too good for. The one I knew would ruin me. The way Noah Greyson's voice sounded when he sang whiskey lullabies to me in the dark; how perfect his arms felt wrapped around my stomach with his nose nuzzled in my hair - that's what made me fall. That intimacy was what made me weak. But now millions of women drift off to sleep while Noah sings the love story we wrote, and it was never meant for the world. The worst mistake I made wasn't loving him, it was thinking he loved me, too.