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Leanna

COMPLETED [Mature Content] My life has no meaning. I'm forty years old, a middle age woman. Some say I have a fulfilling life, an architect with a high salary, a one-bedroom condo unit and a face that, although not the most beautiful, certainly warrants a second look. The only thing people criticize about me is the emptiness of my ring finger. I'm not married and don't have a family of my own. I don't feel anything about it. I don't need a man in my life, and I hate kids. The only thing I regretted was how I lived my life. Half of it wasted in school and the other half wasted in work. Before I knew it, I'm already old and at my deaths bed - alone and dying. THEN I WOKE UP FROM THE DREAM. ---- Read my other works: I am the Queen (FL) Genre: Fiction, Mature, Modern Romance, StrongFL, RichFL, PoorML, ColdML Realm Wars (ML) Genre: Epic Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Mature, R18, Romance, RPGelements, GAMEelements, OPmc Angels, Demons, Sprites, Elves, Beastmen Generation of Heroes (ML) Genre: Action, Adventure, Epic Fantasy, Friendship, Magic, Beasts, Game Elements, Multiple Leads, OPmc, Romance, War, Military Trinity the Last White Witch (FL) Genre: Werewolf, Vampires, Witches, Fantasy, R18, Mature, ColdML, StrongFL ---- Stalk me here: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: MiuNovels ---- Donate for my Milk Addiction: PayPal: Miu.2017@yahoo.com

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[Only You] [Prologue]

[Only You]

"I'll call you every day." Cain caressed my cheek.

"Mmm . . ."

I cupped his hand and led it to my lips, kissing it softly. I stared into his frosty eyes and smiled. I wanted to send him off with a smile on my face.

Cain returned my gaze. Gone was the coldness, and indifference on his expression, replaced by warmth and gentleness. His pupils dilated, reflecting my face. Contained within his gaze were doting and helplessness. It was the kind of look that intoxicated me into an addiction of staring always.

He bent and hugged me, burying his head in the crook of my neck. I embraced him back, inhaling his scent. I love how I felt so small against him and how I felt so safe in his arms.

He was hugging me so, so tight that it was difficult to breathe. Despite this, I still pushed myself to him, wanting to mold ourselves into one. I bit my lip as my tears dropped against my will.