Classic Love Stories Book Novels & Stories

I must be the only person in my class that will read a classic novel for anything other than requirement. I couldn’t think of anyone I knew that would pick up Jane Eyre, Little Women, or Tess of the D’Urbervilles for pleasure. In fact, they were not even my first choice. Little Women came in a close second, but Pride and Prejudice will always win out. There was something beautiful about a couple from two different backgrounds traveling along the bumpy road of love until it was undeniable, and there was something even more beautiful about watching that journey happen. Flicking through the pages anxiously waiting for that sweet first kiss, the passion filled argument, the final declaration. Th

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“It's true. We've been together for a while now. I hope you find the one you're looking for.” Still rubbed off words, Barbara left them. “Umph,” said Jules, unwinding her arms from Leo's neck. Leo found himself reaching for her again. “Come, Alofa.” Wordlessly, she went, and she didn't correct him on his use of the endearment. He pulled her into his cool-down room. “I told you not to call me Alofa.” “I'm sorry. I can't seem to help myself, ” he said, now coming to kneel in front of her, voice eager with yearning. “I want to call you Alofa now and forever. I just want a chance. Just one.”

Basil kept jogging beside him to match his pace. “To me, their chemistry was perfectly fine”. Tears welled up Alec eyes. He was hurting to know his one true love was in another's arms. “Don't say that”. Basil insisted. “It's true. I will lose my soul, body, and my throne. I will lose everything Basil, everything I ever got. To me, Daniel is my one true love and will forever be my one true love, but to Daniel Justin is his one true love. He had failed to see that all this time, and I'm happy for him”. Judging from the depth of his tone, Alec was burning right inside him, he could never predict such day come alive at him.

That night I lay awake listening to the house settle, my body still humming, already counting the hours until I could have her again. The last day and a half passed in the same careful tension. We stole what we could — a heated kiss in the laundry room while the machine ran, Isabella’s hand sliding between my legs in the pantry, my muffled moan against her neck as I came on her fingers in under a minute. On the final morning Chloe came back and packed with cheerful mood. Isabella stood in the doorway of the guest room watching her daughter fold her clothes. I hovered in the hallway. When Chloe went to the bathroom, Isabella pulled me into the room and kissed me hard and fast.

"Mmm... you are so hard for me." Ryan groaned loud, hips lifting. "Fuck, Megan... your mouth is driving me crazy, I love you so much." He pulled her up and slid into her in missionary, eyes locked. "Feel how deep I am, baby, this is us." They made love in every position, slow and passionate but burning with need. "I love you, Ryan... fuck me deeper," she moaned as he took her from behind, kissing her neck and rubbing her clit. "Yes... right there... mmm, your cock feels so perfect inside me!"

Afterward, as they straightened their clothes, Elena straightened his tie — the red one — with a small, satisfied smile. “Same time tomorrow, Mr. Voss?” He caught her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Miss Harper.” She paused at the door, looking back at him with that familiar spark in her eyes. “Good boy.” Then she was gone, leaving him smiling like an idiot in the empty office. Their story wasn’t conventional but neat. But it was theirs; power, surrender, love, and all the messy, filthy, beautiful parts in between.

Ronan smirked, his voice a gravelly purr. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he towered over her. "Are you really that desperate for your husband’s touch that you’d crawl into my bed and strip for me?" "Finn, I don’t understand why we sleep in separate rooms when we are married.” Larissa leaned her head back, her vision blurring as she looked up at the sharp, dangerous line of his jaw. "Finn..." she breathed, ignoring his chuckles. She reached up, her fingers trembling as she traced the shell of his ear, sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck. "Stop playing and stop being so... mean."

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He unzipped her top, and pushed the material aside from her shoulder, kissing it as he gently bite it, making her hiss. "Ammar!" When she couldn't handle his teasing, she moaned. He picked her in his arms and laid her down on the bed. Hovering over her, he connected their lips while his hand turned off the light. The clothes still stood like a barrier between two lovers, which he quickly got rid of as he made love to her. The moon seemed to shy away hiding behind the clouds. Subh-Dil laid her head on his bare chest she could feel the hum on his heartbeat.