A Love So Beautiful Novels & Stories

Turning to look at the man I held onto, I was shocked to see a large red stain forming on his chest. Unable to stop the scream that fell from my lips, I stared at him in horror as his mouth opened and closed, unable to speak. Falling to the ground with a loud thud, the man groaned before I dropped to my knees and applied pressure to the wound. "My love..." he whispered through gasps. Gently placing his bloodied hand on my cheek, I felt his thumb brush against my skin, leaving a cold, wet sensation in its wake. "My only love..."

I looked up and saw a fresh love bite on the side of his neck. As this would be our last meal together, I agreed to his suggestion. … On the way to the mall, perhaps due to his guilt, Leo kept trying to make conversation with me. As I simply wasn't in the mood to deal with him, I just kept my head down and stayed silent. When we arrived at the place, he led me to the women's clothing store we often visited, but I saw that Eliza was live-streaming there. She was sitting in the VIP section, speaking smugly to her screen. "Do you see? This entire building was a gift from my boyfriend. Even this store belongs to me."

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."

Andrew aggrievedly replied, "He deliberately triggered me, saying he loved you and you loved him. So I fought him, and he made me a bet. He said he would transfer you all the movable property in his name before he went to jail if he lost." I frowned. "Nonsense! I don't love him. I love you!" He did not love me either. If he did, I would have felt it. Andrew chuckled and kissed me. I asked again. "What if you lose?" "I won't lose." I then remembered that he had spent the last two years practicing martial arts every day. I pulled up another text from my phone. "What about this one?" Andrew laughed slyly again. "I agreed to his bet. I said I would transfer all my assets to you if I win."

"And you are both doing this para hindi matuloy iyong kasal ng mama mo at papa niya?" "Thinking of doing it, but have not yet decided," sagot pa rin niya. Umiling-iling ito bago humarap sa kanya. "I think that is a bad idea." She raised an eyebrow. "How could you be so sure?" "You hate this Andrew Villanueva, correct?" "Uhm, yeah. Kind of," she curtly replied. "So? How can you pretend to love him, when you even hate him?" Madeleine asked. "You're not even that good of an actor."

Charan sir is in team A and Smaran in team B. After three times, now Smaran is called from Team B on stage. Mitali takes him to the bowl from which he picks up a slip and gives it to Niyati. Niyati opens the slip smiling, but gets a shock after reading the name of the film written on it. The name is I Love you. "Niyati, Quickly tell the name of the film to Smaran Sir. All are waiting", Mitali comes to her and says softly in her ear.

Went to the motherless home were Beauty was kept, she went there to adopt a child when she got their Beauty was crying bitterly. Mrs. Jane asked why is Beauty crying the woman in charge said that is how she always cries. So Mrs. Jane decided to adopt her after she signs some document Beauty becomes her daughter and she named her "My Sunshine" and took her home. After a month Clara thought of Beauty that if she grows up she might want to hunt her down, so she decided to kill her. She gave one of her evil men poison and a picture of Beauty that he should go and killed her. When the man got to the chapel he saw a child that looks like a Beauty and he thought the child was Beauty then he poisone

Prologue "Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." ― Anais Nin The deep voice of the stranger was the first and only thing that greeted her long before her eyelids, which had remained drooping for up to ten hours up until now, pushed open. "Is it possible that you finally woke up, Miss. Cuthbert?" His dark blue eyes, which were raging like a windy day's sky, met hers and her heart skipped a beat.

she yelled. “Sorry, Alita Martinez, but I don’t know how I look at you… I don’t know how I am looking at you now. You are beautiful and anyone that doesn’t or didn’t see is a damned fool. I do see you and you are amazing, a wonder to behold… and I love sights, like I love to just stand by the window or on a hill and stare at the beauty in the world and I have seen many, many places and people, but none surpasses you. You are beautiful everywhere.”