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Life was good until she saw his naked, chiseled, sculpted body, and that marked the beginning of her endless wet dreams about her boss. Like that wasn’t bad enough, he walks in on her moaning his name. To help his very horny and single and beloved secretary, Isaiah went down on his knees and worshiped her and oh my my did she taste like heaven. With one taste of her and one taste of him, they found themselves wanting more and decided to be each other’s fuck buddy with no strings attached. How long will they fuck each other without catching feelings? Or are they already in love and too horny to see it?

"I don't like you, Mr. Decarlo,"He eyed me with his stormy grey orbs. "The feeling's mutual,"In which Newton's laws of attraction have been violated...️Aeliana Winslow, has to endure two whole years of physics lectures conducted by the awfully attractive Spaniard, Professor Antonio Decarlo.

I love you so much till my eyes and heart don't want to open up to my circumstances. The state where you are the only one and I am one of you. I don’t care even if your common sense tells me to leave you. I still endure, with my character that has less trust in you. Whether my suspicion in excessive or you who really don’t put me first, you choose to leave, keep your heart away from me, throw away your feelings that you used to convey to me, then you act like we were never there before.

Jack, who has a girlfriend, named Angel, fell in love with someone that he never once met. Being in a long-distance relationship was hard for both of them, but things became more complicated when Angel started to change. She always argued with him and sometimes ignored him which hurts Jack the most. Then one day, while resting in the park he found a letter with a content says, ‘‘FIND ME’’ he responded to the letter just for fun, and left it in the same place where he found the letter, and he unexpectedly found another letter for him the next day he went there. Since then, they became close, kept talking through letters but never met each other personally. Jack fell in love with the woman behind the letters. Will he crash his girlfriend’s heart for someone he has to find? For someone, he never once met? Or will he stay with his girlfriend and forget about the girl? “I never imagined that one letter would write my love story.” - JACK

After my younger brother died, my parents and grandfather all killed themselves. Each of them died in a different way, but they shared one thing in common: Before their deaths, every one of them had read my brother's suicide note. And in that note, there was only a single sentence. Reporters fought for a chance to interview me. The police interrogated me overnight. Countless people wanted to know what that sentence said. But I never told anyone. Until the tenth anniversary of my brother's death, when I saw a figure standing in front of his grave. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of excitement. Because I knew my turn had finally come.

I'm the type who has the urge to overshare my life with him. It can be anything, be it the flowers blooming by the side of the road, the unpleasant coffee I end up having, or the sunset I've seen when I'm on my way home from work. Heck, when I think of Edwin Howell all of a sudden, I can't resist texting him at all. His replies are always short and perfunctory, though I suppose they count as a form of response from him. Hence, over the past six months, I've relied on these cold-sounding yet present replies to give me enough strength to deal with the engagement party, go wedding gown shopping, and choose the wedding venue all by myself. Somehow, I've managed to hang in there till the week before the wedding. But five days before the wedding, I discover an AI program that's installed within Edwin's computer. It can categorize every single sentence that I've sent to Edwin and extract the keywords. Then, it'll draft the most perfunctory responses that will never go wrong. If I miss Edwin, the AI will reply, "Mm-hmm." If I feel aggrieved, the AI will reply, "Got it." When I try to vent my frustrations to Edwin, the AI will reply, "Don't make such a big deal out of it." It turns out that Edwin isn't the one who has been responding to my need to overshare. The thing is, he has been texting another woman nonstop in another private chat. They talk about anything and everything under the sun, from exchanging simple good mornings and good nights to asking, "What are you having for lunch today?" and "Do you wanna go to the beach someday?" Finally, I realize that Edwin isn't the silent type who keeps his love in. If anything, he's the flashy type who will proclaim his love anywhere, anytime. It's just that… his love has never been mine to have. As for me, I've finally made up my mind to stop spending my life waiting for a response that will never come.