Ally Love Parents Novels & Stories

His eyes were a piercing, icy blue—eyes that didn't look at her, but through her. "My father was a fool," Julian said, taking a slow step toward her. "He thought he could buy a piece of heaven to keep in his bed. But look at you. You’re just a girl with a pretty face and a black heart." He stopped just inches from her. He was so close she could feel the heat of his body, a stark contrast to the coldness of the house. He reached out, and for a terrifying second, Mary thought he was going to strike her. Instead, he took a strand of her hair between his fingers, his touch surprisingly gentle and horrifyingly intimate.

@APPLE POV@ hello everyone did you all missed me ofcourse I too missed all of you I can't understand my mom and dad they both love eachother like anything which makes all people to get jealous yesterday ansh uncle said dad don't want bro or sis because he can't see my mom in pain what kind of love is this I never seen this kind of over love now they were fighting for not to have my younger siblings I'm the one who should be upset because if I get younger siblings my parents love might decrease on me but here I'm so happy because I'm gonna get a little sister or brother these people are fighting what's this

she asked, intrigued. Arthur's expression softened, his gaze turning distant. "My parents," he said quietly. "They’re the perfect couple with imperfections. They argue daily—sometimes over the smallest things—and there are moments when they can’t stand to be in the same room. But if one of them is gone, even for a short while, the other becomes restless, anxious, unable to function properly until they’re back." He exhaled, his lips curving into a small, nostalgic smile. "Watching them taught me that love isn’t about the absence of conflict. It’s about choosing each other, over and over again, even when it’s hard. You don’t give up—not unless every last hope is lost."

Kella's voice interrupted my thought and I turned to see her looking at my parents with unabashed adoration and respect in her eyes. My parents were standing up on the stage, glasses in hands as they toast to their everlasting love. The crowd erupted in screams and applauses as my old parents locked their lips together and I cringed hard, forcing my eyes away. Those people were so in love with each other that their PDA was always over the moon and they don't even mind whose presence they were doing the PDA. "Ohh," Kella sighed dreamily, "how I wish I could find a partner that'd love me the way your parents love each other!"

“Silly, it's not like they do not want you to get married. They simply want you to be sure you want to live with me. Your parents cherished you with utmost love. ” “Cherish? I didn't even feel their warm love for me ” “Our parents have different ways of expressing love, liah. If they didn't love you, they would have let you go astray. You know a parent’s love for their child is unconditional and it is not seen only in physical affection. This love never ends, even when children reach adulthood. Probably the hardest job in the world is raising a family. ” I frowned while looking outside, watching the people pass by. I don't know if destiny is playing with us because I only see couples with ch

“Yes, Jack?” “Please don’t ever leave me. I love you Kelly. I love holding you. I love laughing with you and arguing with you and just plain being with you. I love the way you accept everything about me without trying to change me. I love making love to you and holding you when you sleep. And I don’t ever want to give that up. Not in a year, or two years, or ever. When I’m with you, I know that I finally found the kind of love that my parents had – the kind of love that will last forever.”

They would kiss and whisper words of endearments right in front of us. Growing up, I had the privilege of witnessing the love and affection between my parents. They were always there for each other, providing support and care in times of need. Watching them hold hands, share a loving glance, or simply spend quality time together was a sight that filled my heart with warmth and happiness. As I grew older, I started to contemplate the kind of relationship I wanted with my future partner. I knew I desired a loving and supportive partnership, similar to the one my parents shared. I wanted someone who would treat me with the same kindness and respect that my father showed my mother.

I had this urge to tell her everything that is eating me up. "Jemima, I wish you know how much I hate my dad..." "Why? One should never hate their dads.I would do anything to bring mine back to life.Life is never the same without them cute eyes..." She rested her head on my chest..." "He doesn't support my dreams.I feel like he loves my brother more than me..." "Parents always want the best for their children.Each parent has his or her way of loving their children.Never hate your parent, because the emptiness that you feel when they leave can never be replaced by anyone"Jemima always knew the right words to tell me

Well, on a whole I have never tried putting in too much effort into this as a subject, but it’s an attractive fashion. Imagining how my parents would be proud, when I receive the award, blew my mind with ecstasy. The very dynamics of parental love can’t be explained in simple words. The pain they go through and the struggle, through which they build a safe environment for their family, is impressive yet undecipherable.

My mom is strict but she’s a very loving woman; I couldn’t have asked for a better mother. My parents are whispering to each other, there’s a lot of laughter and smiles exchanged; I can tell that there's a lot of love between them. I want a marriage just like theirs, I always thought that whoever I end up marrying would have to love me the way my dad loves my mum, but at the moment I guess that’s just not happening.