African American Love Novels & Stories

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With Love, The Cloud.

So this is what love feels like. ********

Trace said remarkably. Neither of us wants to believe in that kind of love. Our lack of faith stems from a variety of sources. My cousin's words hit me hard. Even if I were, I wouldn't be in love with her. But just the thought of Calli's sweet face turning my dick hard, I longed for her company and voice. If I had all day, I'd stand and look at her. Or maybe I am too horny as hell right now. I'll figure it out once I fuck her. I knew that it was lust and not love.

"I love you so much Ashley" "And I love you so much more Angel" We kissed again and just lied there until we both fell into slumber together.

I was the chosen one, although I couldn't drink, I had a glass of champagne in hand and was sitting on a makeshift stage, sitting on a chair that could fall over at any moment, but fuck it, I was happy. "I wanted to start by saying that I have never been very good with words, but I will try to be as transparent as possible in everything I say here today." - I took a sip of champagne and continued: - "I always thought that love was a mere illusion, a thing named only to confuse our hormones and the reaction of it. But from the moment I was taken in by Emma, Clarice and Maria, I was sure that love was not an illusion. There's not much I wanted to talk about, and nor do I have either. But, I wa

"I'm sorry, Mera. Sorry. Wipe your tears! I am sorry. Very sorry. You know Mera, I do this because I love you. You know who I told you guys about in the park this morning? It's you. You're making me crazy, Mera. You left me for Brandy." It feels like now what he's talking about is bullshit. I'm disgusted to hear that. My guilt towards Brandy grew. Shame hovered in my mind. This body, this body is disgusting. Quickly I picked up a glass on the bedside table, and threw it at Abraham. Brakk …! The glass broke into pieces. Blood dripped from Abraham's forehead. I don't care. Even if he dies, I still don't care. "Mera, I will go now. But remember! I do this because I love you. I'm sorry if my act

“When I said you’re the woman I love.” Her breath caught. “From the very first day I saw you in that garden,” I continued, “I had fallen… hard for you. I had told myself it was curiosity, interest… nothing more. But the more I tried to control it, the worse it became.” “I tried to resist it,” I admitted. “I tried to bury it. Pretend it wasn’t there.” Her lips parted slightly. “I did everything I could to hide it. Even from myself. It was during my stay in Africa that I realized how much I loved you.”

Why did love have to be this complicated? ***

Some loves were not rushed. They were revealed. And this—this was only the beginning.