A Love Tale Novels & Stories

I imagined how shocked Tee would be to know that Aurelia was one of Patt’s intimate casualties. After finishing my meal, and having my bath, I thought about the meaning and concept of love. There were different types of love no doubt, but I believed most people preferred the Eros kind of love for obvious reasons. I leaned near my window and stared at my bed. I began to recollect how Gahn was perspiring all over her chocolate skinned body that fateful night in my room. She wasn’t so ‘wild’ like Elo, but she was definitely the adventurous type. After an intense and endless session of foreplay, I balanced Gahn’s legs on my shoulders and made love to her. I was gentle with her at first, until sh

this new lover shall be the one to end his life. Sooner than expected, though many of her revelation had came true, but this she knew, the end won't be great, if she ever allow it to come to pass, she remember one tale told to her while she was young and all she ever wanted was story, and though she thought most were just a myth but so many happened to true, and one of such stories were the one she titled; Love rage, THE LOVE RAGE The story teller made her sat on his laps, then he began the story, many many years ago, a princess lived in a palace far away, she had many slaves and was the most beautiful human in the kingdom, and one day something extra ordinary happened to her, she came out

Most importantly with whom she will fall in love soon, will he love him back or it will be a love triangle! What will happen if she will fall in love with more than one person in her life? Her love story will be complete or it will be an incomplete one!!! What will happen if someone wants to take revenge on her family for some past mystery and want to ruin her life? Why the love story will be considered an abnormal love story??!!! To find out that readers please fasten your seatbelt and join the love story of Misti and a Mysterious Man!!! and discover all the secrets and lies in this journey.....

I know how to speak Chinese. You do not know how to speak English, nor Yiddish. Do you really like me? Do you really love me? Or is this just the hormones working? If this is just a crush, why does this feeling won't leave me for years? The lovers are holding lotus flowers, but there are orchids and lilies everywhere. Even the flowers around them are holding them back. Tanashiri is becoming frustrated of Qiu. "You fool. Kiss her, quick!" He wants him to kiss her, but he cannot move an inch.

"Are you sure about this? I mean-Angela's only been gone for a little over a year. And she was the love of your life." His mouth twisted. "Do you think I haven't agonized over this? When I lost Ang, I never could have imagined wanting anyone else. I honestly believed I'd stay single for the rest of my days, even though she told me that I'd better not. She told me right after she was diagnosed that I had to promise to accept love when it came to me a second time, if she didn't make it. She said that if she had loved me well, I'd want something else like that in my life." He exhaled. "Angela was the one who taught me how to love. If I'd been given the choice, of course I would have wanted to k

It was late at night when Jonathan and Diana got out of the Gaddi. In silence, the two walked back to the hospital. The street was deserted and it seemed natural that they walked arm in arm and slowly. The night was beautiful and pleasant and so they could appreciate it better. In fact, that night seemed made for love. Jonathan's nearness began to exert a strange attraction on Diana... who wanted to get closer but steadfastly resisted. However, as they walked, his arm brushing against hers, their bodies very close, the desire increased and a climate was created between them that suddenly, out of the blue, he stopped and tightened Diana in his arms. With unexpected tenderness, he began to kis

With Love, The Cloud.

That she would fight. But she hadn’t. And now, she had done it again. The soft chime of the café door closing behind her felt like a gunshot, shattering the last illusion I had clung to. She still loved me. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when she looked at me, in the way her fingers had trembled when she touched me. But love wasn’t enough. Not in her world. Not when the man she was bound to was Damien Laurent.

Lovingman: “So what is it you need to know?” Curious: “There is so much, and I only know that I am not happy the way I am.” I was given directions on how to enter a private chat room with lovingman, and after a few clicks of the mouse, we were the only ones there. Lovingman: “So, babe. Tell me your story.” I was taken aback by his familiarity, but it had been so long, and this seemed anonymous enough, so I proceeded to pour out my life to this complete stranger. It took almost three hours of typing and his encouragement until I had fully unloaded my crappy life onto his shoulders.