Dark Poems Of Love Novels & Stories

Her love remained under the shadows. ~~~If your love was an ocean, my love was the pearl inside the shell. If your love was the sky, my love was the shade of seven colors of the sky that none could see. If your love was the calm earth, my love was the volcano hiding beneath the soil. If your love was the moon, my love was the grandma of the moon whom none could see till now. If your love was the vast mountain, my love was the wet soil buried inside it~~~ My eyes closed shut as darkness embraced me into its arms.

She spat, "That has nothing to do with you. At least I'm a willing party even if he lies to me." She quietly looked at him as the soft light radiated on his exquisite face, bringing out the depth of his eyes. She showed no signs of backing down or raising her voice in a heated argument; she spoke calmly, "I love him, so I don't care about everything else. You're right—love makes people blind. I don't need you to show me who he really is. Even if he's useless, weak, or doesn't care about me, I still love him all the same."

The only thing Seipati loved was that love had tamed the monster. Things were going well between them and Seipati gave the credit to Ntate Mogoadi again. To her, Ntate Mogoadi was like cupid. He had contacted her mother-in-law to get long lost love. She was calling him Mr love. She wished he could meet someone to love as well.

"Dr. Green, how can your wife be like this? You only did it to save her..." I passed him the pen with a forced smile and told him I was fine. Truth was, I had gotten used to that kind of disappointment. I used to believe Yvonne was with me because I had heroically taken a hit for her. However, the truth was that I was just the rock-solid guy she never found in Wade. Yvonne and Wade were the classic childhood sweethearts. She had been into him for ages. That explained why, even after chasing her for three long years, she would not even spare me a glance.

No one could truly understand how deeply someone who had lived in the shadows craved the warmth of the sun or how desperately someone who had been ignored for so long yearned to be loved. I cherished his love as if it were my lifeline. I never wanted the title of Mrs. Lawson—I only ever wanted to be his wife. By all rights, I should have hated him. I should have hated him for hurting me and our baby, all because of Yvette. But I didn't. Even though I blamed him, I couldn't hate him. After all, he had been my salvation once. He had been the one who had brought color into my world. The only thing I couldn't understand was why he had married me if Yvette was the one he truly cared about. And si

I walked towards her slowly. {Leilani’s POV} I've spent an hour thinking maybe I should jump here. Or maybe I should take poison and die in my sleep. I never knew he'd find me. “Vincenzo… I'm sorry. But we are already defeated, I can't keep on loving you in secret.” I explained. “We are not defeated. I can love you in the dark. Amore nel buio.” He said. {Love In The Dark} So I remembered all those times we spent together. That I didn't notice he was just a few centimetres away from me.

The seconds were mere now… “I am aware that you two were once lovers so I will be very satisfied to witness him being the one to kill you. Whatever residual feelings that might be left won’t matter as he’s filled with darkness now and doesn’t have a will of his own.” The Dark One dwelled on the topic of love and another trail of tears poured out of my eyes as an evidence of the melancholy bubbling within me. “So..” The Dark One continued but trailed off again as he coughed out more blood.

she says, pointing to the both of us on the floor, exposed before each other and not ashamed, "this is only the beginning, is only a fraction of how much I want you because I want you desperately." She waits for me to respond now, stopping her confession and wanting me to say my own part. I want to reassure her, to tell her that I love her too, but I can't find the words. I had forgotten just for a brief moment some while ago, but now the killer lady appears in my mind again, looming over me and making my heart bleed.

Aamon growled as he threw me on the bed, tearing off my clothes before entering me. It didn’t surprise me that my ex was rock-hard and ready again so soon. Aamon had always been a passionate lover with immense stamina. He repeated the words like a sacred mantra: "You're mine. You've always been mine. I love you, Grace, my Love." With each declaration, he marked my body as his own until we lay together, spent and overwhelmed by the emotions we had denied for far too long. I drifted off to sleep with Aamon stroking my hair, whispering, “Mój, zawsze byłeś mój. Kocham Cię Grace, moja Miłość,” yet again.

"This is our home! Selene isn't back yet, so I won't let you do this to our home! Tell me—where did she go? Tell me!" Seeing how frantic he was, the lawyer sighed and said, "Ms. Adkins left a message for you. She said, 'With my heart long dead, where does love belong? A heart that has been shattered can never be pieced back together—just like how a past flame cannot be rekindled.' "So… Mr. Langley, you should let go." Jacob felt as if a hole had been carved into his chest, the cold air stabbing at his lungs with unbearable pain. A wave of dizziness hit him just then, sending a shiver down his spine.