Nova_Chrisdora

THIS BOOK IS HIATUS, WILL BE CONTINUE IN JULY.

*When love is real, it finds a way*

 An impromptu meeting arranged by the manager required Celine had to rush to prepare everything for it. Even on the road, she often overtook all road users who tried to get in her way, even the shouts and criticism from them did not stop her. Whatever happened, the important thing was; I arrive on time, she thought.

 Who would have thought, such an attitude would get her in deep trouble! Without realizing it, one of the vehicles she overtook had a minor accident, and it turned out to be the client. Knowing this, Darren -client- asked for 'compensation', which later would end up strengthening their relationship.

That Love grew beautifully! 

Even some people said it was a love that every human being dreamed of. However, what happened if the love that was so coveted was deterred by the blessing of the parents of both sides? 

Will it survive, or will it have to wilt?


 The perfection that I got from him, made me selfish; forgetting the impossibility between us, which was from the beginning, WE COULDN'T BE TOGETHER.
*Celine Eliasson*


 I Don't know how that love came. Not something I want, but I feel lucky because I was chosen to love you.
 * Darren Theodore *

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English is not my first language, so there is a possibility that you will find grammatical errors (I didn't do it intentionally though), if it makes you uncomfortable, please let me know so I can fix it. Any constructive criticisms are very welcome!
°You have been warned!°

The cover photo is mine! Created by @gisel.arts.

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~Check my other story;
Φ Woman at the Lowest Point; Intoxicating Love.
Φ 36 Ways To Chased After My Wife's Love


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CRAZY FOR YOU: (Love that I can't Leave Behind)

I love to tell about how much love I got from him in my heart notes, which people usually say is a diary, but that word is not correct. The reason is, the story I poured inside didn't know what tomorrow would call it. The greatest good memory, luck, or pain. Because I only write there everything I got in Darren.

Celine's inner reverie was abruptly broken at the same time as she stopped staring at Darren, who cleared his throat to catch her attention.

"Oh, yes, how was the food earlier? To be precise, the hot chocolate. How did it taste?"

"Like chocolate," Celine replied matter-of-factly.

If you answer like this, how will the next conversation be? This is not usually the case.

"Um ... Babe, of course it tastes like chocolate, how would it turn into vanilla." Darren scratched his head which was not itchy.

Let's we talk!