Better Word Than Love Novels & Stories

, I told her “ You know what this book has different effect on different people because this book targets only the loved ones of the readers and depending upon your love towards your loved ones it keeps on changing its chapters and story lines so that it can effect or harm your loved ones as early as possible “, she told me

Adam burst in,Xavier eyes widen. "You came too" He rush towards his other grandfather. "I wouldn't miss it for the world,now let's go and eat,you must be starving" "Very"Xavier hand in hand with his two grandfather stride to the table, the kids jubilated in their own ways and bury their faces in the cakes blissfully. Boundless love is that kind of love where breaking down walls, overcoming difficulties and moving forward as a team becomes possible, it's a healthy and intelligent love, one that allows all parties involves to grow individually and see beyond the distance... it's not a physical light.

Xavier doesn't want Lita to misunderstand Keysha, so he thinks he needs an explanation. "Maybe Keysha also has a lover, so she acts too kind. So, when you know she has a lover, you can't be angry because Keysha has already cultivated goodness. Mother's advice: don't trust Keysha's sweet mouth too much." Lita apparently doesn't like women who marry Xavier, for fear that Xavier will change direction. So, Lita tries to wash Xavier's mind.

Love had not weakened them after all. It had simply taught them a gentler definition of strength instead.

"Love isn't about making yourself small. It's not about forgiving again and again. And it's definitely not about giving up everything for someone who doesn't love you back." "Real love should make you a better person, not a weaker one." Dominic's face went pale. "Sienna—"

"The others didn't say lo​ve." "T​he others sho‌w love di​fferently. Cael‍an through protection. Daxen through‌ possession. But th‌ey feel it​ too. Even if the​y can't​ nam​e​ it yet."​ ​ ​"And you're sure? That it's love and n‍ot ju‌st b‍on​d?"

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

I don't like other people calling me a sweetie or any other nickname; I just like it when he does it, when he did it. Damn, why do I miss him? Why do I miss his voice, the way he looked at me, his gestures, his hugs, his kisses, all his cute caresses and nicknames he told me? I don't want to miss him, I don't want to feel I don't want anything with him, I don't want to remember "Are you all right?" He asks, somewhat confused and also upset at my expression.

It was a three-letter word: “I love you.”

With love, Great.