1 Love Novels & Stories

ʷᵉ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉ~ ~ᴵˢ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ~

"Is this what love has done to you? Turned you into... this?" His expression didn’t change, and his voice remained low. "Boss, what I’m about to say—I want you to hear it as advice from a friend, not from your assistant. Love is not a weakness, no matter how much you’ve tried to convince yourself it is. It is not something to fear or hate. It is a necessity, like food or shelter. Sure, not everyone gets to experience true love, but when you do... even if it is just for a fleeting moment, it changes everything. It gives life meaning. Peace. Fulfillment.

Value self. Amen. Your love, The Friend

He choked. "Then why do you feel odd when I show my love towards you? Why can't you believe that I love you too in the same way? All this question of who deserves what... it doesn't make any sense. When we love someone, we love them with all their flaws and all their virtues. Please don't say such things again." Damini looked away from him and sucked on her lower lip, trying to control her tears.

You are not even looking at this marriage, Hea! His eyes glued on her and voice broke, 'I loved you most of my life and I still love you. I've loved you since the age of 18. You mean so much to me, but the thing is, you're not trying to accept what little I have for you. Can't my love replace his love for you?

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

With love, Great.

His actions louder. “I love you too, Amelia.” He says the words as if he’s afraid I’ll break. Or perhaps he’s worried he will. “I know I shouldn’t,” he adds, his voice a deep rumble against me. “I really fucking shouldn’t, because love is a bitch.” I have to smile at that, because he’s not wrong. Love is a bitch. But it’s also beautiful and strong. It’s surprising and sweet. It’s an enigma and a mystery.

Gabriel's "Love is, when you look at the person, and you knew right away that both of your hearts follows the same beat." I remained looking at the note Maze's mom had left him right after committing suicide. There's a lot of things that she wrote about love but this is the only thing that caught my attention.

Does that mean. he loves me?