Better Word Than Love Novels & Stories

I took a large gulp of my drink and looked at my sister and my husband sitting in front of me. “What is love but a four letter word to describe a deep attraction to someone else on a level that far surpasses the physical plane. Love can be used to describe your feelings towards another person: whether it’s intimate love, brotherly love, sisterly love, parental love, or friendly love.” I said calmly as I took another drink of my whisky. Victoria smiled widely as she attempted to hold Ace's hand on the table, causing him to smack her hand and pull away. “My darling sister,” I said sarcastically as I locked eyes with her. My husband started smirking, knowing what was about to come.

And I wish I was as sweet and innocent as my little sister Chandni, who, I have been told, knows nothing about me or my woeful existence. A person like me who never understood or appreciated the love of her family probably doesn't deserve love from such an honest and lovely man like you, maybe that's why we began to fight and drift apart. That's why I am removing myself from your life. Please choose someone wiser, sincere and loving than me next time. I know I am jealous as hell just to even say this, but maybe it is for the best.

I love you. I narrowed my eyes on the screen. I prepared to type my reply in. To: Love ♥ Where are you? I opened the message thread and read all our past conversations. I widened my eyes as I felt goose bumps all over my body. To: Love ♥ I’m not going to give you the moon and the stars, Love. I’m going to give you the whole galaxy because you’re worth every asteroid and comet from the Milky Way. Remember that. And that doesn’t even compare to how much I love you. Good night, Love. Stop writing, it’s late. Please rest more, my Milky Way.

while my brain rolls back to the part about the beautiful woman. "What?... How did you know she is beautiful?" I ask. "I dont know... her voice... how gentle her hand felt... her warm aura... and you just confirmed it, so." He says the last part as to derail from the sentence. But he couldn't be more right. If I had to describe Love using only one word, it would be Angel. "Well, I am glad she made an impression on you... more importantly, you allowed her to stay here. I'm sure Love will find a way to make you feel good about life again."

“Sooo…” “I think happiness is the supreme emotion and not love. Because everyone wants to be happy. Being loved makes them happy. Being cared for and cherished makes them happy. A person can love you and HURT you, but if a person genuinely makes you happy, he will force away your sadness. Happiness is not the ‘indication’ that you love someone, it is the ‘reason’ you love them. So ‘I love you’ is… tsk! Nah! I love you is not the right expression of confession.” “Oh!” She leaned closer to me, folding her hands under her breasts. “So what is the right expression of confession, according to you?”

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

“Then let me remind you.” The words sank into me, heavy, dangerous. He leaned in slightly, his tone a bit darker. “Tell me, Ava. Do you lie awake at night, wondering what it would feel like if I touched you again?” My breath hitched. “Liam—” His smirk deepened, sharp and teasing. “Because I do. I wonder if your skin would shiver under my hands… if your lips would taste as sweet as I have always imagined.” My whole body flushed hot, “You’re impossible.”

“There is a huge difference between love and like. And people often make a mistake when they consider liking someone as love. Love is an unconditional emotion, while like is a more watered-down version of love. Loving someone means that he or she means everything to you while liking someone means that you are simply happy being with that person.” I was listening to his words very attentively. Because it was a life lesson. You can't find it in books because it comes from life experiences. Life is the best teacher. It teaches us many things with time. Hardship was a common thing in life. If there was no hardship and only happiness then our life would become boring.

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 , 𝑰𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 "

I yelled, and then reduced my voice to a whisper, “and yet, you don't know if you love me.” “Can't we just do without that word?” “No, we can't.” “Why?! What use is the word without action?! Why can't I show affection without having to say a word that is meaningless?” “Excuse me? Love is not meaningless. It's the highest and purest form of affection and declaration. It's that rare form of happiness you feel within because someone planted it there. It's essential. It's important.”