Christian Love Novels & Stories

He lifts his head, looking into my eyes. “Great Moon goddess, what did I and Brian ever do to deserve a mate like you?” he says as he rolls over, pulling my head onto his chest and holding me close. Feeling at home, contempt, I know that this lust we feel will not last because lust never does, but for now, I savor the moment. Closing my eyes, I thought that maybe just maybe, wrapped in his arms, I could feel a small bit of the thing they call love, till I had to face the reality that it does not exist.

Anyway I bet it's because you are not woman enough to cli___. "Shh." I interrupted him as I heard a familiar song playing.. "Wha___ "Shh." I interrupted him again as I made out the song playing before I joined in, singing along.

Even I thought that could be the emotion existing within that man's chest, I realized it was not. It took me time to read but I later had it figured out. It's a look of pain. It's a look of regret, hurt, infliction, torment but yet admiration. You see why I'm confused? How could you feel two contrasting things towards someone at once? I understood love and hate because there's a very thin line between them. He's is regret and admiration. His admiration glowed anytime he saw her smile, whenever she adjusted her hair or each time she nearly choked out of laughter.

Making love with her was the most genuine and pure love I ever had. "As much as I want to have you now, I have to consider your condition, so I will only let myself be happy with just kissing," I told her, laughing. "And that made me even more thankful. You are so understanding," she replied. "Of course, as I already said, I love you more than I want you," I reminded her. "I don't want to have you only to have to lose you sooner. I never felt this kind of love before, and you made me feel it. You made me experience a relationship that is bound by real love, and lust was not necessary. Just pure love, and I like it."

James stood silently, trying to process Abraham's words. "James, understand that sometimes the true act of love is to give up that which we most desire. If you insist on keeping Meg by your side, without being able to offer her a future, you will end up suffocating her. It's not fair to her, or to you, or with Angelina," Abraham explained, approaching the boy with empathy and understanding. "I don't know what to do." "Do what is right."

My parents wished for this and after the events of Christian and my separation before we were even united added to it. You might think I was crazy right now but my heart never left Christian. Even though I knew not once did he hint towards my side about developing a new emotion or feelings for me and he was happily married with his wife Mirah and their kids. I even heard they had two more kids to their family in just two years. Deep down I was immensely happy for them but also heartbroken that Christian couldn't be mine. I loved him not for his daring and cold self but I loved him deeply for the fact that he knew how to love. He knew what the word LOVE meant and knew how to show it. Unfortun

When she had loved Nate, their reunions and partings had always been deeply emotional, leaving her heart aching. "But you said you loved him for so long. How could you just let go so easily?" Aaron seemed puzzled. Lena smiled faintly, her tone calm and assured. "It’s because the love I had for him was like a flame—it burned brightly for a while, but it burned out when its time was up. Love isn’t about duration, Uncle. It’s about what you feel in the moment. Once the fire is gone, it’s gone. Holding onto cold ashes doesn’t make sense."

" I froze. It turned out that the tears Evan had shed by the delivery bed weren't for me. The reason he had renounced his worldly pursuits wasn't to pray for me as well. Everything he did was for Jade. All the affection he had for me was never real. The reason Evan had named our son Jadon Moore wasn't at all because of his gratitude to God—but it was because of her! All that talk about the most perfect and grand marriage of convenience—they were all merely his lies. I was nothing more than a pawn in the game of love between him and his first love. Those once-sweet words had now turned into sharp blades, slicing away at my sanity.

Their love story was one for the ages, a testament to the power of connection and creativity. As they hugged, Akira whispered, "I'll paint our love story forever." Taro smiled, knowing their love would be a masterpiece. *The Wedding* Their wedding was a beautiful blend of traditional and modern elements. Akira's art studio was transformed into a stunning venue, filled with flowers, candles, and her vibrant paintings. Taro's colleagues and Akira's friends gathered to celebrate their love. As Akira walked down the aisle, Taro's eyes sparkled with happiness. They exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other through life's joys and challenges.

The sweet and thoughtful Brianna had become cold and selfish. “I love you so much..” Lorenzo sobbed. My insides trembled upon hearing those words again. I felt like my ears tinged and my blood boiled as anger flared up in my system. “Stop lying!” I screamed and tried to push him again, using all my strength. “How the f**k can you say that, if all you have ever done in those two years were f**k different girls?! Do you even know the meaning of love?!” I gritted as I tried to get rid him off me.