A Book About Love Novels & Stories

I just realized it when I rejected him. Honestly, I don't know why I feel this way for him, why I keep missing him without any reason, why he managed to mess up my system when we were together. Why does my heart beat so fast whenever we are together, why do I feel like butterflies in my stomach whenever we kiss or hold hands, why do I feel like I'm floating in the air whenever he hugs me, but I just pretend to be angry to hide my true feelings? Why do I feel irritated whenever I see him, when now I see him smile, which is slowly replacing my anger? Aren't these all signs of being in love?

She leaned on his shoulder and hesitantly stretched her hand out to hug his waist. 'This is just being in the same bed, right? That way, I won't be lying to Hayson. I'll do it just this one time,' Madelyn thought. She stared at the book on his lap and asked, "Is the book good?" Ethan answered, "It's okay. It's about a love story during the Theila Union war era. Do you want to hear about it?" "Mhm, let's listen to it before having our dinner," Madelyn replied.

I asked, quickly diverting the topic. Her eyes sparkled in delight as she showed me the front cover of the book. "It's a new book I bought! It's about childhood friends who eventually turn into lovers. They've done everything together since they were kids, so they never really viewed each other as potential lovers. However, when they stepped into college and decided to be roommates, they started seeing each other in a different light. It's so good! And I'm at the part where the guy is finally going to propose to the girl!"

Serenity's eyes filled up at Paige's ordeal. "I'm sorry, I didn't know, Lex, " she said, feeling so foolish. "Let me clear one more thing, Serena. I'm not the type who can harp on the three-lettered words every second of the day. I can't. I will tell you once that I love you very much, more than I love myself. I love you the most in this whole world. I always have and I always will. Hear it well, Serena since I can't repeat it every day. I'm the forever type of guy. I can only love once and it'd be for life," he said, holding her in a tight embrace. "Can you feel my love for you?" He asked.

I was about to get out of the car when she stopped me. "Ash you really have no idea how you make me feel. There are so many times I feel like I'm not telling you enough or showing you how much you mean to me. Within this time we've known one another, you have taught me things about myself I don't know,you constantly remind me how beautiful I am and you constantly make me feel.... wanted and I love that you make me feel this way. Fuck Ashley you make me fall for you everyday,you never cease to amaze me. Ashley I LOVE YOU.....so fucking much and you don't need to..." "I LOVE YOU TOO" I cut her off and crashed my lips into hers.

i smiled and got out from the bed to read the note. FROM Your handsome husband, TO My loving wife, SUBJECT: Hi babe, Sorry for leaving so early. I have some important meetings with board members. Get discharge letters from hospital soon. George is coming there to pick up you. Waiting for you so badly..... YOUR'S LOVINGLY, AIDEN BLACK. I read it and laughed so badly... Oh god..... my stomach hurts. Then, i sat and ate my breakfast because i felt so hungry in this early morning. Suddenly, i noticed someone entering inside.

She reads a passage from the book and she says: "This is exactly what I've been trying to explain to people for decades. Love isn't a feeling. It's a choice. You choose it over and over." She hugs me when she leaves. That evening, I call Dominic. "The book is working," I tell him. "People are reading it and it's changing their lives. People are understanding that the work is worth it." "Of course it's working," he says. "You wrote the truth. You documented what real love looks like. People need that." When I get home, Dominic is waiting for me. He takes me into his arms and he holds me while I cry from the overwhelming weight of knowing that the book matters. That the work I did to document

"Is it good?" "It's devastating." She set it back down. "It's about two people who love each other in a place and time that won't let them. Everyone can see it, and no one will say it out loud. The whole book is just the weight of the thing that can't be spoken." Silence. "Emma." "I'm not making a point," she said. "I'm just telling you about the book." He didn't argue. But she felt him exhale beside her, felt the warmth of it in the cool night air.

I muttered trying to catch my already fading breath slowly. "It was a Friday evening, I went out to get whisky ..." Before I could finish, her hand smacked my face. The sting of my Mother in law slap left me stunned, for a second I couldn't move my face as it came as a surprise to me. "What a rollercoaster of emotions," I whispered to myself. Was this the same woman who went shopping for her grandchild? Is this what love is? Is this the kind of love my child is going to experience from now on?

One more chapter to go. Dear Reader, As I turn the final page of Perfect Love, I want to express how much your journey alongside these characters has meant to me. This story was about exploring the idea of love in its purest form, amidst the imperfections of life. I hope it inspired you to believe in the beauty of love, even when it’s not perfect. Writing this book allowed me to delve into the intricacies of human emotions, and I’m grateful for every moment you spent with these characters.