tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62975720757142733032011-11-27T23:18:46.946ZThe Best Romantic Stories Ever. The Golden Treasure for Dream Lovers.WebMasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00635318370770853210noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297572075714273303.post-29510146067339294752007-02-06T16:30:00.000Z2007-02-06T16:32:54.254Z

When I visualize myself in the past, it is usually as if I am watching myself in action from a few feet above or front. I wonder if this has any significance....I also visualize myself - probably since I was born , when the ego kicked in- to be the one who can do no wrong, that everyone should love and no-one should hate. The person who I love the most is Me, Myself , I. Consider all the good

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This is a story of years ago, centuries ago; ages ago…This is a very old, rustic and antediluvian story. This is a story about the golden kingdom. I don’t know If that place still exists but yes, I know some old monks and folks sing those folklores. They were found somewhere in Middle-Russia. So this is that old love story of that golden kingdom.After many prayers and sacrifices the King of this

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After a few weeks of physical therapy, Mat and Hannah regained their strength and she moved back to her apartment. They continued taking walks in the park where they strolled in their dream.A few months later they were married.Their souls had found each other and they would always be together. Love has no boundaries. You just have to believe that if you can't find it, one day, it will find you.

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The car finally pulls up to the hospital. Mat pulls himself from the car and plops down into the wheelchair. His father pushes him to the room where Hannah lies in a coma. He knocks on the door and Hannah's mother opens it. She looks down at Mat and says," You must be Mat." She bends down and hugs him. He recognized her. She was just as she appeared in his dream. " It's nice to see you again, Mrs

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Mr. Stevens walks into Mat's room to find him and his wife together. He sat down and told them about his trip. Mat cries and says, " I knew that it was more than a dream. I was with her and she was with me." He grabs his father arm and looks into his eyes and continues," I've got to see her, dad! I need to see her before it is too late!" His father replies, " Son, you are way to weak to even

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Mat's father was happy to see his son was awake again. After talking with him, he promised to check and find out what happened to the young lady that was involved in the wreck. Like his mother, he found it hard to believe what Mat was saying. How could it be true? Mat had been in a coma for the entire time that he said that he was with her. Surly, all that it could possibly be was a vivid dream

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As the days go by, they spend all of their time together. Both of them returned to work but seen each other often. It had been three months since the accident and they were madly in love with each other.Mat finally decided to pop the question to her. He knew that his love for her would last forever and he wanted her to be his wife. He decided to ask her to marry him when they would go for a walk

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Mat and Hannah were released from the hospital and were told to take a few days off from work until their bodies could completely heal. Hannah's parents stayed for a couple days to make sure she was okay and then headed back to Oregon. Mat called her frequently to check on her. As soon as her parents left she picked up the phone and called him." Hello"" Hi, Mat. This is Hannah."" Well, hello

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The next morning, Mat gets up early and goes to Hannah's room. He knocks on the door and an older woman opens it. At first he is confused but realizes that it must be Hannah's mother. He smiles at her and says," Good morning ma'am. I just came by to see how Hannah is doing. I am the one who she ran into last night. She opens the door so Hannah could see who it was and Hannah smiles and says," Let

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After they reached the hospital, they are both rushed in and sent to take test. After the test, both are admitted to the hospital for overnight observation and to wait on the results of their test. They were put on the same floor in rooms that were close to each other. After Mat settles in, he sneaks out and takes a walk to where they had brought Hannah. He knocks on the door and walks in. She is

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As they sit under the streetlight, holding on to each other, they heard the sound of sirens in the distance. He gives her a gentle squeeze and says, " I told you, that it wouldn't be long. We are about to be rescued." They both just sit and watch as the police and firemen hurriedly pulls up to the wrecked cars. They run up to the cars peering inside looking for injured people. Mat waves at them

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A young man is driving home late one night after spending time with friends.He turns down a road and sees a car coming his way in the distance. As the car gets closer he sees a small dog dart out onto the road. The approaching car swerves into his lane to keep from hitting it. It happened too quickly for him to do anything.The cars collide head-on into each other. The impact causes him to hit his

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For every second of every minute of every hour of every day, there is a soul searching for its' mate. Everyone has a true soul mate and if they are lucky enough, they will find that special person to share their life with. Not a moment goes by without someone finding their other half. For others, they live their lives missing someone that they never even met.

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Ariel and Brandon were getting married. Every one of his employees from the mansion was invited. Sharon was Ariel’s “Maid of Honor”. After the wedding his father walks up to them ands asks him, “ How were you able to find some one as beautiful as she. Brandon looks down at Ariel and smiles and turns to his father and says, “ I have a nose for pretty women, Dad.” They both knew what he was talking

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The days went by and Brandon finally had his bandages removed. He vowed to himself that he would find Casper. He started calling all the women that he knew and asked them out, one at a time. He figured that one of them had to be Casper. How else would she have known him? After every date he would kiss her in hopes it would match the kiss of the woman that he loved. He is disappointed with each

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The days went by and Brandon finally had his bandages removed. He vowed to himself that he would find Casper. He started calling all the women that he knew and asked them out, one at a time. He figured that one of them had to be Casper. How else would she have known him? After every date he would kiss her in hopes it would match the kiss of the woman that he loved. He is disappointed with each

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For the next few nights, Ariel decided not to visit Brandon. He was worried sick that something had happened to her. She thought that if she stayed away, maybe he would stop loving her. She loved him with all her heart and soul and deep down she was happy to know that he loved her. She didn’t mean for any of it to happen. She was just going to sneak into his room and check on him, that’s all.

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The limo pulls up to Brandon’s mansion and the chauffeur helps him to the door where someone is waiting to assist him. He walks back to the limo and gets in. He turns toward Ariel and asks, “ What should we do, Ma’am, drive around the block for a while and come back here? She is scared. She realizes that he has recognized her and she doesn’t know what to say or do. He can see that she is upset

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The following evening, Sharon helps her get dressed for her date. She fixes her hair and makes it flow over her shoulders in waves. After she puts the evening gown on, Sharon places the pearl necklace around her neck. She stands back and looks at her and exclaims, “ Girl! You’re beautiful! Too bad he won’t be able to see you tonight. He is missing out on seeing a princess! The only thing that is

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Every night that Ariel goes up the stairs, Brandon is drawn more to her. He has never met a woman whose only interest was his well-being and not his money. He knew that she was special and longed to hold her, to touch her, and to one day, know what she looked like. He was beginning to fall in love with her. He decided that it didn’t even matter what she looked like. It was her and her heart that

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The next night Ariel returns to Brandon’s room at nine o’clock. She taps on his door and waits for an answer. She hears his voice, “ Casper, is that you?” She pushes the door open and answers, “ Yes, Brandon, it’s me. How are you doing tonight?” He sits up in bed and replies with a smile on his face, “ I am doing a lot better since you are here! I didn’t think nine o’clock would ever get here! I

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Ariel has been worried sick about Brandon. She even goes to the hospital and checks on him without giving her name. She was happy to see the ambulance pull up to bring him home. She has already been told of his condition and that he would be upstairs for a couple of months. Her job was the downstairs part of the mansion so she was a little upset at the prospect of not seeing him for that long.

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The next day, Brandon waits at his personal helicopter pad for the helicopter to arrive. When it gets there, he climbs aboard and it lifts off. Just as it is crossing a wooded area, the engine on the helicopter stalls. The pilot turns to him and yells with fear in his voice, “ We’re going down, Sir! I can’t keep it up much longer. Try to hold on to something!” Brandon grabs on to a side handle as

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The next day, Brandon waits at his personal helicopter pad for the helicopter to arrive. When it gets there, he climbs aboard and it lifts off. Just as it is crossing a wooded area, the engine on the helicopter stalls. The pilot turns to him and yells with fear in his voice, “ We’re going down, Sir! I can’t keep it up much longer. Try to hold on to something!” Brandon grabs on to a side handle as

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Brandon came rolling up the drive with a new girlfriend in tow. She was from a prominent family that was considered “Old Money”. Her name is Linda Vanderjet. Her family had always been rich. It was part of their heritage. He pulls up and one of his many servants comes out to open the door for her. Inside the house, two downstairs maids were peeking out the window. One of them is Ariel. She has

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Brandon Cartwright was a millionaire with numerous girlfriends. He was tall, handsome, and still young at twenty-seven. He was a self made man who had an idea and went with it. He owns electronic factories, stocks in other companies, and has numerous real-estate properties. He has everything that he ever wanted except someone to love.

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After Christmas, Lucas and Noel go back to Gulfport to pick up Jason and his fiancée, Jennifer. They take them back to Christmas town for the wedding. The wedding was performed by an elf that had been a preacher for a thousand years.It was a wedding fit for a king. After Jason and Jenny were married, they decided to make Christmas town their home too. Family had to stick together.And they

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An elf comes into the house to let everyone know that Lucas was arriving.Froden was instructed to come to the house at a slow pace. The sleigh pulls up. Santa and Mrs. Claus stand outside the door at the edge of the snow- covered road. Lucassteps out of the sleigh with a sad expression. He walks up to his mother and hugs her as he kisses her on the cheek. He looks down as he shakes his father's

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As they approached Christmas town, Noel looked around with excitement. It was just like she imagined it would be. All the street lamps were red and white striped just like candy canes. There were Christmas trees everywhere you looked. Christmas lights were crossing every street. All of the lights were reflecting off of the blanket of snow. It was a beautiful sight. The sleigh landed in front

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Noel and Jason sat for a short while staring at the southern sky. All of a sudden they both saw it. There was something approaching them. It got bigger and bigger as it got closer. Jason's jaw dropped as it landed. " Tell me I'm seeing thing, sis! I can't be seeing what I think I am seeing!"Noel throws her arms around him with excitement," You're not imagining it, Jason! It is real. We both see

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She rushes through traffic to get to his condo. She pulls up and runs to the door. She had a key to the door in her purse. She was in a hurry and nervous. She ran her hand all over the bottom of her purse trying to find it. She finally gets frustrated and turns her purse upside down and pours the contents out onto the porch. She pushes everything around trying to sift through all the stuff

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Lucas waited until the last minute, hoping beyond hope that Noel would come to him. He picked up the phone to dial her number and sat it back down. If she believed him, she would have came to him. He sits the phone back down and picks up a pen and paper and starts writing. He folds it and leaves it on his pillow. He grabs his special phone and throws it in the top of his suitcase and turns to

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The time passes by quickly for them. He spends Thanksgiving with her and her brother. He knew his time was getting short and he also knew that he was going to ask her to marry him. He just didn't know how he was going to tell her the truth about himself. It would be a daunting task to get her to believe who he really was.At the same time, Noel knew that she wanted to be with him forever and

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Later that evening, she shows up and spends the evening with him. From then on, after she returned from her job on Ship Island, she would come and visit him. His foot healed after a couple of weeks. He was finally able to ask her out on a real date. He took her dancing. She was surprised at how good he could dance. On the first floor of his condo was a piano. He played it for her. She laughed,"

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The boat pulls up to a pier in the small-craft harbor. She looks to see where they were at." My car isn't far away. I'm going to go get it. I'll be right back." He sits and talks to her brother while he waits. He can feel the goodness in her brother, too. He knew that he loved his sister very much and was kind to others." I'm afraid we haven't formally met. My name is Lucas Kringle."" Nice

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Lucas decided to head to the beach. He follows a path that led to the south side of the island. He sees people sitting on towels as they sunbathed. Some younger children were frolicking at the water's edge. It was late May and the Gulf water still had a little nip to it. People had just started making the trek back to the island. The tourist season had just begun. In the distance, he saw a group

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Lucas catches a taxi and goes to his new home. He sits his suitcase down on his bed and steps out onto a patio that was facing the beach. He scanned the area with a smile on his face. It was beautiful. The white sand reminded him of snow. He watched a sailboat in the distance. He had never seen one before except in pictures. He sat down in a chair and leaned back. It was so different that he

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The next morning, Santa goes into his son's room and finds him studying a map." Where are you planning on going, son?" Lucas sits and scans the map. He points and says," I'd like to see what it is like to not have snow all the time. I thought that I might go to New Orleans and spend some time." Santa looks at the map and points." New Orleans has some good people but if I were you I would

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Lucas was now twenty- one years old. He had lived happily at the North Pole with all of his elf friends. He attended school with them. He was well educated and was also given lessons on etiquette. He took lessons to learn to play the piano and also how to dance. He was a perfect gentleman. He only had one problem. All of his friends were elves and he started yearning for the company of a female

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After years of marriage, Santa and Mrs. Claus had a baby. He would one day grow up to take his father's place as Santa Claus. They lived in a place they called Christmas town. It was hidden in the North Pole. It had been there since time began. Santa didn't always live there. He was once a mortal. One year, as he was trying to find all of the kid's houses in Alaska, he got lost. He had all of his

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Bruce's shoulders straightened, whether in acceptance or relief I wasn't sure. “I see.” He walked to the partially open door and turned. “You do understand, Kathryn, that I cannot, in all conscience, leave without preparing a full report of the theft and Tom's role in it for the new administrator. I am sure he will deal with the situation as I would.” Without a backward glance, he

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The docents' room had, for this special evening, become an intellectual salon. Men in ruffled shirts and cummerbunds stood conversing in quiet tones on trends in museum architecture. Elegant ladies, diamonds sparkling, discussed the newest artists. The soft sounds of a baby grand provided background for the low-pitched voices and muted laughter, while formally attired waiters circulated

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He took a breath and continued. “Now, I want you to prepare the statement I shall make to the press. It is to announce the dismissal of Tom Burkett for dereliction of duty, leading to the loss of the statue. Of course, you'll couch it in terms that reflect favorably on the museum. The tone should be positive, expressing regret at the lapse of one of our employees and also emphasizing the

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Not wanting to arouse Sylvester's curiosity, I veered to other topics. My thoughts, however, were still on his comments when I left. The statue was small and light enough to be concealed in a supposedly empty box. It wasn't much of a lead. Even if the statue had been smuggled out in the truck, it wouldn't be there now. Still, a conversation with this Jerry might provide a clue. I'd

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The cool, questing pressure was just below my jaw when I came around. My feeling of terror returned. I gasped, and with a desperate wrench tried to move away. The waves of pain that crashed through my head brought tears to my eyes. “It's all right, Katie,” came a quiet voice. I heard Andy's sigh of relief and felt his fingers move to wipe the salty wetness that trickled down my cheeks.

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Not until our dessert, a steamed sponge cake, was served did I realize how deftly Andy had steered the conversation. Even my own rather prosaic adventures seemed to take on luster under his interest. Finally, a mention of a family Christmas, with Tom playing Santa Claus, brought me back to the present. My face must have registered the worry closing in again. “Sorry to say, my checkered past

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I would have expected Andy's selection of a restaurant to be out of the ordinary. He passed by the town's two most popular eating places, a large western ranch house specializing in man-sized steaks and a brightly lit establishment featuring Tex-Mex food. A few blocks off the main thoroughfare, he pulled into the paved lot next to a neat, light-colored building and parked. The words “House of

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“But couldn't you overlook the rules just this once, Bruce?” I pleaded. “It seems so cruel to suspend him. After all, Tom's been a good, loyal employee for twenty years—ever since the museum opened.” It was true. At the time I'd been just four, but I could still remember the morning Tom Burkett, resplendent in his new uniform, had crossed the lawn to our house next door on his way to his first

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In Rome some time dwelt a mighty emperor named Philominus, who had one only daughter, who was fair and gracious in the sight of every man, who had to name Aglaes. There was also in the emperor’s palace a gentle knight that loved dearly this lady. It befell after on a day that this knight talked with this lady, and secretly uttered his desire to her. Then she said courteously, “Seeing you have

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There o'clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking inat my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can'tsleep, I am so happy!"My whole being from head to heels is bursting with a strange,incomprehensible feeling. I can't analyse it just now--I haven'tthe time, I'm too lazy, and there--hang analysis! Why, is a manlikely to interpret his sensations when he is flying head

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PART IV. - ROMANCE FROM THE PEN OF MISS NETTIE ASHFORD (Aged half-past six.)There is a country, which I will show you when I get into maps,where the children have everything their own way. It is a mostdelightful country to live in. The grown-up people are obliged toobey the children, and are never allowed to sit up to supper,except on their birthdays. The children order them to make jam

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PART III. - ROMANCE. FROM THE PEN OF LIEUT.-COL. ROBIN REDFORTH(Aged nine.)The subject of our present narrative would appear to have devotedhimself to the pirate profession at a comparatively early age. Wefind him in command of a splendid schooner of one hundred gunsloaded to the muzzle, ere yet he had had a party in honour of histenth birthday.It seems that our hero, considering himself spited

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PART II. - ROMANCE. FROM THE PEN OF MISS ALICE RAINBIRD (Agedseven.)There was once a king, and he had a queen; and he was the manliestof his sex, and she was the loveliest of hers. The king was, inhis private profession, under government. The queen's father hadbeen a medical man out of town.They had nineteen children, and were always having more. Seventeenof these children took care of the

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PART I - INTRODUCTORY ROMANCE PROM THE PEN OF WILLIAM TINKLING,ESQ. (Aged eight.)THIS beginning-part is not made out of anybody's head, you know.It's real. You must believe this beginning-part more than whatcomes after, else you won't understand how what comes after came tobe written. You must believe it all; but you must believe thismost, please. I am the editor of it. Bob Redforth (he's

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