Romans & histoires All Time Low A Love Like War

The sloppy sound of their body hitting against each other added to the rhythm of the music. It was passionate and intense, it was a feeling they both wished never stopped. They could go on forever. “I love you, Alex”. Daniel said, in between the thrusting and the sweet and soft moans he let out. “It’s Alec”…

Opposite of Chris, who looked negligible hurt as earlier when he asked if I am his cousin's wife or not. "Serve the food," Andrew ordered, slowly we all dug into our plates. "So..." Chris began, chewing his steak, "Elina is the love you were talking about, Andrew?" He nodded happily. "Yes, I am very lucky to have her and she loves me too." I parted my lips to deny it when Andrew indicated me to stop by squeezing my thighs under the table, "No Elina?" "Ye-yeah, I love him." I shutter a bit which did not notice by anyone.

Raven’s point of view. I was tied up in a dark room, with my hands and legs tried, and a gag put in my mouth. I scanned the room and saw four other girls like me, with our body covered with thin, transparent fabric. I gritted my teeth as I thought of how to free myself from the alpha of Blood Moon’s pack, but just then I heard footsteps approaching the room. “We must do as he says, if we ever want to end this war and get back our soldiers that he is holding captive.” A voice said.

"Well, you have to full assistance of the Lovers gang. We'll help you guys against the Escravos. Especially since we're stuck in this place now." "Lovers?' I've never heard of it." "We aren't really a real gang. We're just a group of people who love to fight. But we've changed a lot ever since coming into contact with the Escravos. A couple of years back, 1996. The Escravos killed one of our guys, then recently, our leader went into one of their compounds and went missing after that. So our goal right now is to find him." "Who's your leader?"

He lowered himself down, pinning me to the mattress. He took a deep breath, "I know you're probably sad, worried and angry right now but believe me just give me some time. I don't want any misunderstanding between us. I love you, and I care about you. I don't want to give you any stress. I'm probably going through a harsh time at this moment. Just trust me, please" he said, looking deeply into my eyes.

Shàng Wèi knew how much Adam loved it when he did this in the past, becoming as docile as a puppy. He stroked the satin liquid all over him. He could feel him relaxing as he did so, almost as if the anger he felt was being washed away along with the scented foam. Although his libido had been rekindled, Shàng Wèi did nothing. He didn't want to enrage him; he just wanted to pamper and spoil him. They needed to talk to each other and clear the air to start a new chapter of life together. That was all that mattered to him. Even the threats he had received didn't faze him. Now that Adam was his again, no one would touch him.

He chuckled. "I won't have you talk to me like that Ethan." My voice became teary. "You know, I wonder how I married you and suddenly began to feel some love for you. You aren't even my type of girl and yet I put my dick in you every time I feel horny." "Ethan!!" Shhh, he placed his hands on my lips. "You should be thankful I make you happy each time we have sex." He smirks ridiculously. "Even after your unwillingness and fake claim that you weren't going to marry me. You still fell for my money and here you are enjoying every bit of my touch and kisses. You're such a lowlife."

Their friendship had blossomed into a lasting alliance, strengthened by the coincidence of their wives giving birth to sons in the same year. Luciani is a few months older than me, born in September, while I'm a December boy. When he didn't win Damon's heart, he set his sights on me at sixteen. He confessed his feelings, and we made a playful bet that he could make me fall for him. We even shared a kiss, but it didn't spark anything romantic between us. We never made a big deal about it, occasionally bringing it up to laugh. I've always identified as straight, drawn to girls. I've had numerous flings, but the only girl I ever truly loved was Patricia. She broke my heart not once, not twice,

She married someone else, and he married me. I loved Colin enough to accept that Sandy would always have a special place in his heart. I gave him everything I had for three years, and I thought our relationship was getting stronger. One day, he said, "Lue, let's have a baby!" I broke down in tears, feeling like my love finally paid off. I honestly thought he started to love me back. But what I heard today completely crushed that fantasy. Poor Baby Selwyn. He was so small and delicate when he was born; he only recently became all plump and rosy.

He said, “No matter what happens to you, I will always be by your side. Until death pulls me away from you. “I love you, Vanessa. I always will.” Those words became my pillar of strength, but they also became the metal cage that trapped me. “Why did you suddenly agree to come anyway?” my brother asked, a questioning look in his eyes. After a moment’s thought, I smiled. “Because he’s a b*stard.” He patted my shoulder silently. “You’ll always have me.” My family’s support soothed my broken heart. Over time, the frustrations Jared brought into my life began to fade. I restarted my career and resumed my work as a wedding planner.