A Love So Beautiful Book English Novels & Stories

while my brain rolls back to the part about the beautiful woman. "What?... How did you know she is beautiful?" I ask. "I dont know... her voice... how gentle her hand felt... her warm aura... and you just confirmed it, so." He says the last part as to derail from the sentence. But he couldn't be more right. If I had to describe Love using only one word, it would be Angel. "Well, I am glad she made an impression on you... more importantly, you allowed her to stay here. I'm sure Love will find a way to make you feel good about life again."

“I guess I’m just scared of messing them up. Of passing on something that causes pain.” Mum’s grip on my shoulder tightens. “You won’t. You already love them, and they’re not even here yet. That matters. That changes everything.” I look down at the book in my hands, picturing the delicate flower that lies between its pages. “I used to think love was simple. That I’d fall hard, and that would be it. But then I met all of them, and it’s not simple at all. It’s terrifying and overwhelming and messy and so beautiful.”

“And now….you’ve become everything to me, mi vida. “ He turned to look at Mama and began to speak in Spanish. “Evelina es la primera luz del amanecer, esa que rompe la oscuridad y acaricia el alma. Es la lluvia que renace después de una larga sequía, dando vida donde todo parecía muerto. Es la primera rosa que florece en primavera, pura, delicada, y llena de promesas. En su presencia, el mundo se llena de color, y en su amor, todo lo que soy encuentra sentido. Como el sol, el agua, y la flor, ella es el inicio de todo lo bello en mi vida. (Evelina is the first light of dawn, the one that breaks through the darkness and caresses the soul. She is the rain that returns after a long drought, bri

That healing is messy but beautiful. And that love—real love—is worth everything. From my heart to yours, Thank you for reading. With all my love, O.J

The water dripped mercilessly as Roman kissed Mick's jaw saying once more, "I love you" xXxXxXxX The book is not over yet many chapters yet to go!

He was lying on the mattress, basking in the sun. He saw that Fiona was reading 'A walk to remember.' The sun was blazing, sharp, and piercing, so he closed his eyes. After a while, Justin felt something touching his arms. When he looked down, he saw Fi snuggling with him. She wasn't lying when she said she liked to snuggle. But, Hey! He didn't mind as he had the most beautiful girl in his arms. She slowly opened her eyes. "Morning, Fiona." "Morning." She got up, rubbing her eyes.

"Oh. I'm not into meddling. But you have to accept the truth or reality. You don't have to build walls in your heart. If that's their decision then. You don't have to tell yourself that you don't Believe in love. They love you, don't they? They didn't fail even though they were separated " "Yes .. they didn't fail to let us know that they love us." I almost whispered that I looked up at him "Thank you" "For?" "For enlighting me" He just smiled sparingly. I was supposed to leave but I remembered something "uhh please don't tell anyone that I'm the author. I'll tell them soon. Actually, you are the only person know that I am the author of that book" "Sure ms. Your secret is safe with me, by th

I said as she laughed. After some more time talking we part our ways to the room. The rest of the time I lounge in the bedroom reading some books Arjo lend me. It was about Zylian history. I was surprised when Arjo gave me the book in English but it was so worth it since history is fascinating. The door to the room opened grabbing my attention. "Hey!" I said standing up in excitement. "Hey, my queen," he said as he kissed the side of my head. "Well? Tell me what happened" I asked as he laughed and guided me to the bed.

The pair of arms that were holding her, the face that was looking at her, and the soft voice that was talking to her, all of that changed in a second. Now she was seeing a pair of blue dazzling eyes. Beautiful blue eyes, the kind that she knew they can sweep her heart away in one second. Then those lips, the kind that reminded him of a man, the one in her memories and dreams, the kind that she had always wanted to taste every day of her life.

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.