Darling Lover Novels & Stories

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

"Why can't he love me the way he loved Anna? Am I not good enough for him?" Darlyn knew that Dante is the key to her happiness. She already got everything. Money, power, career. But she doesn't have the love of the man she loves. She wanted Dante to love her, to own her, to mark her, to choose her as his wolf, but it seemed that he would always be tied to Anna's memory.

Liora said, lightly hitting Daren’s arm affectionately. “When you smile like this, you’re much more beautiful,” Daren said as he pulled Liora by the waist, bringing her closer. “Am I ugly, that you don’t like it when I don’t smile?” Liora thought innocently. “N-no, that’s not it, Darling.” “Then?” “I like seeing you smile. Don’t sulk anymore. Especially don’t be suspicious of me,” Daren said softly. “Because the only woman I love is you.”

"You're mine, Cheesy! Mine!" People nearby turned their heads to look, but Daryl didn’t care. Cheesy didn’t fight back. She simply looked at him and gave a faint smile. “I’m not running, Young Master Daryl,” Cheesy said quietly. “The contract’s still valid, isn’t it? I’m your secret lover, after all.” Daryl fell silent, his breathing heavy. His grip on her arm slowly loosened. He stared into her eyes, searching for any trace of deceit. But all he saw was calmness—as if she were perfectly fine.

Every sunrise, every wave, every quiet shared glance reminded me that I had finally arrived in the place I had always longed for: fully loved, fully cherished, and fully alive. As I curled into Lucian that night, listening to the gentle lull of the ocean and the rhythmic beating of his heart, I whispered softly, “This is perfect. We’re perfect.” He kissed my temple. “We are,” he said. “And soon… it’s going to get even better.”

Landen - the cold man who had been her husband for a year and the only person she loved, was now lying on the sofa under a woman's body. Darlene closed her eyes, anguished, tears streaming down her face. "I can still bear the wounds all over my body, but seeing you under another woman's... I can't," she whispered. The sight shattered her, even the fact that she was not the biological daughter of Marlon's family felt like nothing. "Olivia..." Landen sighed. Darlene choked up. "So... she's Olivia?" A tightness rose from her chest to her throat. Giving up, there was no more room for her. She was the woman Landen always called him when he was drunk.

sighed and howled Evania involuntarily. “Just keep on screaming out my name, Eva Sweetheart… Say that you love me… I like to hear it, Eva Sweetheart…” Sugar Aquarius also sighed and howled with his nonstop love, lust and desire towards his Eva Sweetheart. “Aaahh… Aaahh… Aqua Darling… Aqua Darling… I love you… I love you truly and deeply, Aqua Darling…” sighed and sighed Evania nonstop.

I had believed he meant it. But I wasn't the woman he wanted to protect. I was just the placeholder—a convenient shield he could throw between Audrey and danger. It was Audrey he truly wanted to keep safe. Always had been. Lounging in his lap, Audrey laughed. "As if Kevin would ever fall in love with a waitress like her." And honestly? She wasn't wrong. I was just a waitress. And he was the prince of Raellere City. How could I possibly match him? I held back my tears, turned quietly to leave—

He couldn't envision what his married life would be like with her, especially when his heart was still reserved for Fahira. Thinking about Fahira, Darian's vision instantly blurred. Could he still consider Fahira as his lover, while fully aware that he had handed her over to his cousin, Gavin? Yes, Gavin was a good man to take care of his beloved. Darian took a deep breath and let out a sigh as the pain pierced his chest once more. It was excruciating. "If only I knew falling in love could be this painful," his heart murmured, feeling constricted. Nevertheless, Darian never regretted falling in love with Fahira. On the contrary, he felt immensely grateful for having her, even if it was only

Bertha pursed her lips, her whole body seemed to have an innate arrogance. "If you insist that your dress is real, do you dare dance with me? Lover's Dance." Lover is the most difficult dance in Tango dance, it shows the gentle, wild loose, impulsive sides of a woman. This dance is difficult because the steps and rhythm changes are diverse and slightly different. If you lose concentration, you won't be able to keep up with the music. Everyone was terrified. Surely this girl is crazy? Who gave her such confidence?