1 Love Novels & Stories

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

"Mrs.Han you don't seem to understand, that woman has been his lover for a long time, and then they got married for only three months and then broke up for an unknown reason... it's hard to move on just like that..." "Mom please understand.. it is really hard for Mr.Lee... she is his childhood sweetheart also his wife for only a short time. If I'm in his situation I can just forget everything just because you say so, it is his First Love!" "Haist!! nowadays only a few people believe in those kinds of things... It is up to you if you want to continue your life and be happy or you just want to tie yourself and have a hard life and regret forever!" ALRIGHT, LET ME TELL YOU THIS.

- I love you. - I love you Linna.

"I love you too, babe." THE END

“Exactly. I don’t even know why you’re telling him no. He’s handsome, rich and more important head over heels in love with you. What do you need more?” There it came! Rhea was unable to suppress the anger which burned her at the words from her so-called friend. Wasn’t she supposed to understand that love could not be provided on demand? And Rhea was certain that she did not love Adam Crighton back, at least not in the way he was expecting her to. “Well, I need to love him too!” shouted Rhea now practically seeing red.

Needed. Loved.

love you all xoxo

Jasmine Ito – POV The truth was simple. And that was what made it hurt the most. John was the only man I had ever truly loved. Not admired. Not respected. Not chosen out of duty. Loved. My fingers trembled as I wiped at the tears slipping down my face, but they wouldn’t stop. They came faster now, warmer, heavier—each one carrying a memory I couldn’t outrun. That night. It replayed in fragments. The way his lips found mine—not hesitant, not rushed… just certain. Like he had been waiting for that moment longer than either of us wanted to admit.

With all my love, O.J❤️❤️💡

- To love someone? - No! Talk about it out loud, but I want you to know. I would kill and die for you, Luna. I faced him. - I don't want you to kill anyone and I don't want you to die either. I just want you for me. - I love you! Smile. - I love you more. [...] I woke up hearing voices being whispered, I don't think it was supposed to wake me up, not open my eyes to hear the conversation.