Almost Like Being In Love Novel Novels & Stories

Shouldn't they put books on politics here? Out of curiosity, Karen Joy reached out to take the book and opened it. At the bottom of the preface, she saw this "If you love me, give your heart to me!" It was indeed a romance novel. Karen Joy continued to flip through the pages. After reading a few pages, she found that the male lead in the book lost his sight in an accident and wanted to give up on the female lead. It was the female lead's love that guided the male lead out of the dark and brought them together again.

It was strange to hold something that wasn’t a manual or a technical guide—something about feelings, about connections. Emotions weren’t part of the equation for me; they were unpredictable, messy, and I preferred my world to be structured, logical. Still, something about the novel made me pause. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was the fact that I’d spent so long in my own world of numbers that I wanted to see what the fuss was all about. Could a few hundred pages about love really be that captivating? I settled onto the bed, and opened the book, not really expecting much, but as my eyes skimmed the first few lines, I realized... maybe I’d underestimated it.

Not now, not ever. Being close to Katie, and working with her, had made my love for her grow even stronger. We had now been working together for almost a year, and I was starting to fear that my love was turning into an obsession. Maybe it was, the way I thought about her every second of the day and the way I dreamed of her every night. I felt stifled because of it. Even now, it was still a struggle to keep my hands to myself and not grab her and do with her as I pleased.

“Hannah, this is crazy.” She watches me mull over all this craziness and she looks at me with pity and sympathy. What if this could all be true…Then yeah, I would love to have a love like this person is describing. But it just doesn’t happen for me. I’m not meant to have this kind of love.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

I was breathless, he always got me there. The moonlight spilled into the room and was our only way of seeing anything. The dim light was comforting and made every unexpected touch intensify. I loved the feeling of him being close to me. His words rather whispers made me feel things I never felt before. Everything about him is unique and special, I love him and I will always do. Spending time with him is all I want, I pulled him closer to me, and as he pressed my naked body, I smiled and kissed him, he opened his mouth to make the kiss, even more, deeper, as his tongue played with mine, I moaned with satisfaction.

I don’t know what being a good friend’s like, I’ve never been one. Well, two things I hate in my life: Trying to be a good friend when I’m not Watching two lovers pretend they’re not in love. Gracie and Nick are two idiots who are guilty of the first. Do they seriously not know how obvious it is that they like each other or are they pretending not to know? I wonder if anyone else noticed or I’m just too quick witted for my own good. Anyway, we’re not talking about them today.

The story had been a great distraction so far, and at that moment, I needed it more than ever. I loved what read about Letum, the book's male lead—about how dark and obsessive and utterly consuming his love was. How his devotion was terrifying yet breathtaking at the same time. He was the kind of love that swallowed you whole, leaving nothing behind but the person he wanted you to be. I wondered what that would feel like.

They were together all the time in the past month, except when they were at work. The media had caught pictures of them entering and leaving their home more than once. They were even given the nickname of 'Siamese Husband and Wife' by the media from how glued at the hip they were. Sadie had experienced true love with Blake. She used to think she had felt true love for Chad, but she realized it was not truly love after she got with Blake. Sadie was smiling when she walked out of the elevator. However, before she could reach her parking space, someone struck her behind the head with a club.

Nadia vanished; allies paid. Home: Stripped, showered, wounds tended. We made love slow—kisses healing, bodies reaffirming life. His hands everywhere, mouth worshipping. I came whispering his name, him mine. Dawn: Coffee on balcony, city alive. No more running. We won.