Beautiful Love Letters For Her นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I said so she handed it out to me. While we were eating, I read all the letters like it was a threat but I found it was all lame while they confessed their feelings to my Quinn like she was an easy girl. There was someone who even wrote that he was struck with her beauty the first time he laid his eyes on her and declared that he already loves her. Saying he would catch a grenade for her, throw his hand on the blade for her, jump on the train for her, and would take a bullet through his dumb brain for her. It was so clichéd. I was laughing the whole time while Quinn commented that I was such a dull person. She even planned to reply to every letter so my laugh grew louder.

she raises a brow at me sending me a sweet smile that makes my heart pounds “Thank you Rafaelle, and yes I do need help, who knew confessing your love for someone could be so hard?” she raises a brow at me hastily moving back to the chair. Together we write the most beautiful love letter I have ever seen, my eyes skim over the words, her love for him, his he makes her heart pound, how she can't wait to spend the rest of her life with him I nod at the letter as we slip into Dominic’s office I keep watch for her, I already know what I have to do.

“You’re so beautiful.” She sat up and unbuttoned my white shirt, then slid her fingers across my hard, muscled chest and explored the ripples in my abs. “You are magnificent,” she said, running her hands along my sculpted body. “But you know what I love most about you?” I shook my head, so turned on by her touch that I could hardly speak. She then placed her hand on my chest and looked into my eyes. “You. Your heart. That’s what I love the most about you.”

She picked up the letter. “And this. This letter doesn’t ask for anything. Doesn’t pressure you. Doesn’t manipulate. It just loves you. Openly. Honestly. With no expectation of return.” Maya’s eyes were filled with tears. “Diana, this is what real love looks like. This is what it looks like when someone loves you madly enough to let you go. Madly enough to wait. Madly enough to support your independence while hoping you’ll choose to share it with him.” I looked around at the gifts. At the evidence of six months of patient love. Of attention paid. Of memories cherished. Of hope maintained.

"I ached to be treated like I was on the inside. A liar, a bad person, a little whore that craved things people should not, but I did not expect you to look at those things and still want me. To even love me. I lived in fear for years Persephone, scared that I would forever be alone and you came, and showed me that there was more to life than living in the darkness. That there was love, and there was you." "I know that lately things have been different but I just want you to know that no matter what happens, no matter how many times we fight or we hurt one another, I would always love you, and if one day you decide that the pain I give is not worth it, I will let you go because I am already

Thank you for reading, for loving, for feeling every moment with me. I love you all more than words can hold. Forever grateful, Velvet Desires.

Slowly, I opened it, and my eyes began to scan the page that was hidden within. “Dearest Logan,” the letter began. “I am writing this letter to you with the hope that you will never need to read it. But if you are, then know this: I have always loved you, and I always will. Even in death, I’ll never stop loving you. A mother’s love knows no bounds, after all.”

“How much?” Heck, my love for her was not bound by space or time… I loved her for eternity. No beginning. No ending. “I love you to the moon and back.” I flashed her a smile, knowing how much she loved my cheesy lines. As expected her heart skipped a beat and she began to avert my gaze, feeling shy. I smirked, pulling her into my embrace. Thank goddess for keeping my mate safe. “Why do you think that man asked for the letter? The only letter I have is from my mother. Could they want it for something?” I heard her mumble in my chest.

Then she read it. “You are a love that cannot be seen by the eyes. But its sincerity can be felt in the heart. You are the breath that I always exhale every second. You are the true meaning of all the beauty in this world. Claire, I love you with all my body and soul. Thank you for being a part of my life.”

It was hard for her to speak about her feelings, so she took to writing letters. Liza took out the box of letters from the white box and placed it beside her on the bed. Then she unfolded the rose-colored paper and started reading it. ‘To Liza, I am not sure whether you will even open this letter but I hope you do. If you are reading this I want you to know that I Love You. I know I have said it many times and that you stopped believing it a long time back. My words, my love you’s and my sorry's might mean nothing to you by now, but when I say them I mean them. I have meant every single I Love You and every single sorry.