Book On Unconditional Love Novels & Stories

He started hissing, fighting to come out. “I will NEVER hurt my children”, I spat back. “I just want…” “I SAID NO!!!” Beast glared with finality. I sat back feeling defeated, not knowing what else to say and how this would ever work out. “She saved your life????”, I heard Emma almost whisper a question, her big green eyes looking at me teary. “Can you tell us more?????Please????” I collected all my courage and looked at both of them with a smile nodding .. “I will tell you everything! I humbly ask for the opportunity to show you that I am your friend and I care…. Your mother swore me to protect you!” I said, that part being an absolute, irrefutable truth. They exchanged teary glances. “She l

I might have lost them at a young age, but their unconditional love left a deep imprint and yearning in my heart for more. I was broken but I wasn't incapable of love. Neither was Marshall. I just needed to show him. I would marry him and do much worse to show him that my love was unconditional. Love is a statement, a declaration. A promise to find the positive in someone despite their flaws. To see the best in them and to be the best for them. Love makes us weak, but it also makes us stronger. Love is devotion and courage and compassion. Love is kindness amidst heartbreak, patience despite pain.

As I highlighted in the previous chapters or rather the beginning of this novel, True love comes from within and love is controlled by some powers which to me you cannot compromise nor corrupt. The truth about love is you can’t ignore or fake it, think about the love of Christ to his people; it was unconditional expression. Giving because you feel giving is good and not giving to be given something in return. I know this because I have experienced it myself. Life becomes interesting when there is love. The economy thrives when there is love. The family grows when there is love. Therefore I do agree with what Mark said and I quote,

But as we grow, change, the love changes. The third time is always the charm, the third love, the unconditional love, the one you never see coming, the one you were never looking for, the one that creeps on you and blows the air out of your lungs, the one you can easily call your soulmate. But it's messy, it's ugly, it's often selfish. But caring for them is as involuntarily as breathing. At the end embracing all their imperfections is what makes it all unconditional. This I how it works; you love until you don't, and if you do love - you'd sacrifice anything and everything to keep that feeling - until your last dying breath, praying to God that you won't get harmed.

That I'd decided to love her unconditionally for the rest of my life. "Come here," I spoke softly, pulling her into the bed with me. I embraced her tight, our legs tangled within the warmth of our feelings for each other. "They say too much love will kill you. That's true, only if you let it. For me, there's no too much nor less when you truly love someone. My Mom once said to me that love is fluid. She loved my Dad unconditionally. Despite his lack of presence in our lives, her love for him never falter. I asked how she was able to get over it and she told me that she never did. She was jealous and insecure and they would argue about it all the time even though she knows that she doesn't ha

He narrowed his eyes, "Freckles, you think people like this actually exist? Two people, so wrapped up in each other that they just... give it all, no questions asked? I don’t know. Feels like these books are just setting people up for disappointment." I paused, his words hitting me with a weird sense of familiarity, and I let out a faint scoff, "Honestly? I don’t buy it. Unconditional love—people throw that phrase around like it’s just something you fall into. But real life? Love fades. It’s not all hearts and flowers; it’s fights and regrets. Most people can’t tell the difference between lust and love. They just get off on the idea of a forever that doesn’t exist." He tilted his head, study

Never had I felt closer to this incredible woman as I did right now. “Unconditional love means not expecting anything in return but cherishing the happiness of the person you love. You are my everything,” I told her. My thrusts sped up some because I knew that neither of us would last much longer at all. She felt too fucking amazing. “My heart beats for you. I want to be the reason behind your beautiful smile today and every day. You, doll, are my dream and my every desire. I love you.” Tears fell from her eyes. Said eyes rolled as she cried out my name. Her walls clamped down on me like a vice grip, pulling my own orgasm from me. I growled out her name as I came.

Nonetheless, I knew we were not meant to be, so I wrote my feelings for him in the diary. If Benjamin had not read the diary, I would have lived on as the obedient niece… but that was not the case. He read my diary and tore it into pieces. He thought I was disgusting to develop a romantic feeling for him. "What is wrong with you? I'm your uncle! Yes, we're not related by blood, but I'll forever be your uncle. And that's all!"

It was for that very reason we were living in America together now. “I love you, little bat.” Her voice quivered, and I laid her against our pillows, kissing and nibbling the lips of my whole wide world. Her nearly blonde hair fanned out around us, creating an almost gold sheen. “I support you...I’ve told you that. Just be safe. That’s all I ask.” I’ve read about unconditional love before. I’ve watched films about it, listened to countless love songs in which the artist confessed their endless affections for their beloved. I dreamed of it for myself, but never once dared to believe I deserved it. Because of Francine, I knew how warm it felt now. For all her nagging, complaining, whining and

However, hoping that he would come back and accept me for who I was was impossible. Wasn't love a transactional relationship? You were loved because you had what men expected you to have—special qualities, a sense of security, comfort, physical beauty, and so on. If not, then it was all just a formality. Because true love which was unconditional and non-transactional, was only the love of the Creator for His servants. The Moon Goddes to Her servants.