A Love So Beautiful Book English Novels & Stories

The world outside ceased to exist as I willingly surrendered myself to the intoxicating allure of this enchanting tale. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the room, I reluctantly closed the book, the final pages whispering a bittersweet farewell. Isabella and Lewis story had reached its conclusion, leaving me with a lingering sense of longing. I longed for a love that could ignite my soul, a love that would sweep me off my feet and carry me away to a realm where dreams and reality merged. With a contented sigh, I placed the book back on the shelf, its place now vacant, but its impact etched upon my heart. I knew that I would return to it, again and again, se

Ninety percent of true love is acute - ear burning, embarrassment. *** Beauty's POV . I could no longer put my best smile on, and I could no longer open my mouth. No matter how hard I try to speak, my tongue just retracts. He slightly frowned as he watched me and smiled a little bit—his index finger sliding on the table, playing like a piano, checking for dust. "Beauty Acuesta," in his deep baritone voice. I composed myself once more and bit my inside cheek as we stared. I felt like melting at this moment. There was a dominant demand in how he looked at me, and I swallowed hard.

Amanda argued. Jonathan lowered his gaze as he looked at Amanda with a gentle expression. He had never looked at me with such tenderness. My heart bled once more, and the pain became more unbearable with each breath I drew. Even though I had expected such behavior from Jonathan, I couldn't help my heartache. I watched mutely as he carried Amanda to the bed and opened the soup flask. He poured her some soup and said, "Be a good girl and have some soup, Amanda. It should help you feel better."

“From now until forever, whether in good or bad times, rich or poor, in health or sickness, happy or sad, I will always love you, cherish you, and be faithful to you, forever and ever.” “No!” A screech interrupted the sweet atmosphere. Aaron ran into the wedding as if he had exhausted all his energy. “How did you get in?” The security of this island was very strict. Everyone had to be verified before entering. “I swam here. It took me an hour! Do you know how desperate I felt in the ocean? But when I thought about you, Elena, I managed to persevere.” Aaron almost got down on his knees. “I really can’t lose you anymore. Please don’t marry him. Please come home to me.”

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.

“The flower that you love is not in danger...” His voice was soft, low, like a lullaby. My eyelids grew heavy. “You’re beautiful, but you’re empty...” Then a pause. A long one. “No one could die for you...” “I know...” I didn’t know if that reply came from the book, or from him. Maybe I was already dreaming. “The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched... they are felt with the heart.” Then silence. I peeked through my sleepy eyes and bit my lip.

I plant a kiss on his forehead and carefully move aside his arm from my shoulder. I silently close the door of his bedroom, after glancing at him with careness. He caused me heartache for three years, but I still can't move away from him, can I? Is it call love, huh? I recall the famous quote by British poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson - "Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have love at all."

I couldn't resist the urge to hold her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind, letting my touch convey the depth of my love and desire. "You are so beautiful," I whispered into her ear, my breath tickling her skin. Aurelia's lips curved into a delighted smile, and I felt a surge of pride at being able to bring her happiness. I wanted her to know just how cherished she was, how she captivated my heart with every glance. "Turn and face me," I requested, my voice filled with a gentle command. Aurelia obliged, her eyes meeting mine as she slowly pivoted to face me. The book and pen in her hands served as a means of communication, as Aurelia's muteness limited her ability to speak.

“Perhaps Lady Audrey could tell us.” All eyes turned to her then—her ladies, her governesses, even Elijah, who stood quietly by the door, his expression unreadable. Audrey felt the heat rise to her cheeks. She smiled faintly, looking down at her hands. “Love,” she said after a moment, “is when one man burns your favorite book to ashes and somehow still manages to make your heart ache for him.” The room erupted into laughter, though there was a hush beneath it—a recognition that her words, though lightly spoken, held truth.

Tomorrow, when her heart would be in complete tatters, she would go back to England, back to her only other love: Peter. ‘Get on the yacht,’ he ordered, his bossy manner irritating her. She shrugged his hands away. ‘Leave me alone!’ Without uttering one more syllable she stormed up the gangplank, and into the lounge area, where she sat straight and rigid on the pink sofa. Alexis reached into the fridge for a drink. He placed an orange juice in front of her, picked up the telephone and gave orders for the vessel to leave harbour. He chose a brandy for himself.