Novel & Cerita A Word That Means More Than Love

What love meant. Not perfection. But persistence. Not flawlessness. But continuation. Not purity. But honest effort. Always. Eternally. Absolutely. Forever.

He touched my frowning brows and gently stroked them to remove the frown. “Sex and fucking is the act of having my dick inside of you until I cum. There are no feelings involved no promises of waking up next to you. Just fucking. And once the deed is done whatever connects you to me. will end there as well.” He gently stroked my hair away from my face, and then gently touch my lips with his thumb. “Making love with you means you meant more to me than sex. That is why it’s called making love because the act itself is the product of the love we have for each other. I love you Athena, and I know that you love me too.”

“Maya… I—” She lifted her hand calmly. “No.” The single word carried more authority than any scream ever could. “There’s nothing you can explain that will rewrite what you chose to do.” He stood up now, panic rising visibly in his eyes. “It wasn’t like that. I didn’t mean for it to get out of control. You know I love you. You know that.” She almost smiled. Love. Such an easy word in careless mouths. “Love is not what you say when you’re comfortable,” Maya replied quietly. “Love is what you protect when you’re tempted. Love is how you behave when no one is watching. Love is loyalty. Respect. Accountability.”

They seemed to possess a profound understanding and a keen perception of the world around her. "Alpha Zavier, I want to express to you the immense strength and boundless nature of love. Love is a force that possesses incredible power, surpassing any limits or boundaries. This thing or concept is not restricted by any boundaries or limitations. It has the remarkable ability to go beyond any constraints that may exist. "

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“Violet talks about you often, about how innocent you are. But let me tell you something—love is for the weak, and I am not weak.” His words caught me off guard. “So you don’t love Violet?” I asked, my concern for my sister bubbling to the surface. He met my gaze, shaking his head slightly. “This world runs on power. Love makes you vulnerable, and I can’t afford that. Violet is my mate, and with her, my strength doubles. But love? I don’t even know what it means.” “But Violet loves you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Women express love in their own way,” he replied nonchalantly. “She’ll have everything she could ever want. The world is hers, and that should be enough.”

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Love gives you happiness, but when it fails it will make your life miserable. Love gives you strength, but when it fails it makes you weak. Love gives you delight, but when it fails it will leave you in tears. Love will cherished you, but when it fails it will leave you wounded. Love will protect you, but when it fails it will neglect you. Love gives you a positive feeling, but when it fails it makes you hostile. Love gives you warmth, but when it fails it makes your heart cold.

"Because love means nothing." The thudding of her heart reverberated in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the room as she forged ahead, her hands clammy within the confines of her gloves, her skin flushed with a mixture of nerves and fervor. "Allow me to posit that perhaps your perspective is skewed because you've never truly experienced love in its purest form. Love..." she paused, her voice hitching with emotion, "It transcends boundaries. It surpasses the confines of loyalty and devotion. It reaches depths that loyalty alone cannot fathom."

“Love? Do you know what that word even means? There's nothing like love in this world, Alexander. It's an old used by the weak, and I know you are not fucking weak!” “What if I am?”