A Very Precious Love Novels & Stories

The air held something too precious to break — the kind of peace that only comes when love has stood the test of time. Because some moments aren’t meant to end. They’re meant to be lived — again, and again, and again.

I hate to admit but… This is true. Really, Akesha Melody Anderson is falling hard to a gangster? This is called Unexpected Love and all I could only pray that he was feeling the same way. I wish that he’s the one for me. I wish will be together and be happy in the right time and place. Someday we will meet at the right time and we will be together forever.

The woman before him looked so pitiful, so fragile, that even a harsh word might break her. "No matter how much you like it, you have to stay by my side. Seeing you love but unable to have, do you know how happy that makes me?" He stood up, casually shoving his hands into his pockets. His tall, lean figure stood straight, exuding a wild arrogance that screamed, "Torturing you is my pleasure." "Scarlett, you want to run away with your lover? That's never going to happen in this lifetime." Scarlett looked at him, "What good does it do you to keep me around?"

I snort. "You are giving me the same speech you gave Grace." He lets out a small laugh. "It's not exactly the speech I gave her, but it's close. You mean to me just as much as she does. The only difference is, I would be with you if I knew I could promise you a future." "You always have a way with words." He snorts. "It's called speaking from your heart. You should try it sometime." I scuff. "I told you that I loved you, didn't I?" He grins.

(Sean POV) Your time, attention, love, and concern are the most valuable gifts you can give to someone. And the most precious gift of mine was already in the possession of the special woman in my heart. I'm madly in love with her. Every day, I want to spend more time loving her. And here's what I discovered. Love is a concept that will never be truly understood. Because my wife was crying once more as a result of my surprises. Because I am her husband, she must be used to being surprised in this manner. As we live together, there is more surprises waiting for her.

“ don’t love me like this, I don't deserve this, I don't deserve your love “ he said partying away from the hug, looking into her teary eyes. Her body shivered watching him shattering into pieces, that’re hard to collect and join. “ You deserve every single drop of love, Ryan you’re precious….for me “ her whisper reached his ears as she held his face between her palms and brought his face close to her, to place a gentle kiss on his forehead reminding him how much she loves him. “ And what about you ? don’t you deserve love ? the kind of love which i would never be able to return to you “ another pair of tears left from his eyes as he wailed on his wretched life. Ryan took her hands off from

In his arms, I felt loved, I felt like I was the most precious thing in this world and nothing could ever be in my place. Now that's what I called pure, undeniable love.

I adored him dearly. " you're loved beyond words, Khai. I love you so much," I didn't imagine ever making something so precious.

If you’re reading this… You finally learned what took us decades to understand. Love isn’t measured by how tightly you hold someone. It’s measured by how freely you choose each other… Every single day. ⸻ Elaine paused. A tear slipped onto the page. Adrian quietly reached over and wiped it away before the ink could blur. She smiled weakly. Then continued. ⸻ There is one final gift waiting for you. It isn’t money. It isn’t power. It isn’t immortality. It’s something far more valuable. A chance to live an ordinary life.

he touched the pendant lightly “—is just a small piece of what you’ve given me.” And in that moment, it wasn’t just a gift. It was love—fierce and unspoken, forged in silver and gold, resting against her heart like a vow, carrying all the feelings he’d never dared to say aloud. “I know it’s probably too late to ask,” he said softly, his eyes searching hers, laced with a quiet vulnerability, “but… do you like it?” Amaliah let out a gentle laugh. “If there’s a word deeper than love, I’d use it,” she murmured. “It’s the third most precious gift I’ve ever received.”