Bound By The Past Ignited By Love Novels & Stories

She lay her head on his outstretched arm and smiled at him, her eyelid heavy with sleep. "I love you." She whispered to him as her eyes closed. Raziel watched her, listening to her breath as it became even. His heart pounding from her confession of love. How could one person make his heart burn so much?

He leaned in. I cupped his face first, just to make sure he was real. Just to feel the heat of his skin against my palms. His breath hitched, lashes fluttering, and I felt his scent spike in response. Sweet, sharp. Wild. The bond roared between us like a flame catching dry wood. I leaned down, our foreheads touching, and whispered against his skin, “I’ve waited a lifetime for you.” And then I kissed him. Not rushed. Not hungry. But deep and soul-bound, like the goddess herself had placed this moment in the stars. His lips parted beneath mine, soft and sure, and I felt him melt into me like water seeking its source.

"Our forever begins now." As they embraced, the world outside faded. Their illicit love, once condemned, became their strength. In that moment, it was clear: Love knows no bounds. Not prison bars. Not societal norms. Not age differences. Not religious divides. Not feuding families. Not even time. For Jordan and Amahle, their love remained: The light in darkness. The anchor in storms. The forbidden that set them free. A flame that burned brighter with each passing second. A bond that strengthened through trials and tribulations.

So angry. Because love shouldn't hurt like this. You made me this way, Melisa. You carved your name into my bones. You made me feel again, and now I can't shut it off. I want to hold you and protect you. I want to punish you for running. I want to kiss your tears. I want to make you cry out my name until your soul remembers who you belong to. And still... when you sleep... You're beautiful. So quiet. So soft. My lullaby wrapped in skin and sorrow. Melisa. My Melisa. Even if you hate me now, I will make you love me later. Because you are mine. In this world or the next. And I. I will burn the world to keep you.

And as the fire behind them consumed the past, Justina realized that sometimes love wasn’t about being saved. It was about burning together… and rising again.

The echoes of her impassioned words and tender gesture reverberated through the tumultuous night, a poignant testament to the enduring power of love that defied the tumultuous currents of fate. As the reverberations of his impassioned vow hung heavy in the air, a profound sense of defiance and undying devotion permeated the atmosphere. In that pivotal moment, amidst the crucible of celestial tumult, Asmo's unwavering declaration stood as a testament to the unyielding power of love, a force that transcended the very boundaries of existence and defied the inexorable march of fate.

Demetrius had slit her throat as he raped her, her blood pooling over him and after that day, Dominic had never dared to love a woman again. ‘Not until Isadora,’ Dominic thought ruefully as he was pulled back to the present. He’d been seventeen that day in the basement, and he could still smell his father’s cigar. “Hail, holy Queen, mother of Mercy. Hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope. To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping, in this vale of tears. Turn then, most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy toward us; and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus. O clement, O loving, O sweet virg

Maybe I was trying to find the sister I used to know in someone who no longer existed. But then… who was Pryia now? And more importantly… what did she want with Gutemberg? Because whatever it was, it couldn’t be love. Not after everything I’d heard about their relationship. Still, jealousy burned inside me, an irritating, undeniable presence I didn’t want to name. I didn’t want to tell Pryia I was involved with him, not when we didn’t even know what we were. Not when there were others in the picture, too. But maybe it was time to set some boundaries.

I was so weak that the thought of her leaving me made my heart stop. "Because I won't be able to live with this thing that I made you cry. I am sorry baby, please hear me once and look at me" I replied and again tried to pull the blanket away from her face. She didn't protest this time and stayed in that position, her back was facing me. "I am not playing with you Aurora. I never did" I started and looked at her who was silently listening. "It's just, that it was hard for me to accept the fact that I have the capability of caring for someone who was forbidden to start with. I have had feelings for you, way before even I could remember. When I first saw you in that blue dress when we were kid

Do you really think that's possible? "You don't even understand what love is. What you call love is just possession. It's selfishness. It's you feeding your own twisted needs." He froze as if I'd slapped him across the face. He showed a defeated expression, and for once, he had nothing to say.