Deeply Affectionate Novels & Stories

’ ‘Alright dad. That night Chief James secretly told Mirabel to call her sister and invite her over for the surprise party they are holding in Justice’s and Sharon’s honour. Love itself is a beautiful feeling. It is indeed a feeling of warm personal attachment of a parent, child, or friend. Love encompasses a range of strong and positive emotional and mental states from the most sublime virtue or good habit, the deepest interpersonal affection, to the simplest pleasure. It is most imperative to note that the love of a mother differs from the love of a spouse, which differs from the love for food.

She spoke carefully as though she was trying to remember everything that she had been taught. Deep down she knew that she likes Andre but she also knew that she likes him as a friend. Although lately, the strange feeling at the pit of her stomach whenever he is closer to her makes her thinks otherwise. The feeling cannot be described or simply explained by words. "Well, you can like a person as friends but you can also like a person as lovers as well. It's called showing affection which is bigger than the one accorded to people whom we consider as our friends."

Not missing one beat of affection in my tone. “You are both so beautifully in love. Alexi is complicated, but since he met you, I see more of his softer side coming back. He used to be such a sweet boy but over the years he hardened so much, became so cold and distant. I see him again when you are by his side.” She touches my arm softly, a gentle moment from someone with a deep affection for my devil. She has known him a long time and I’m touched by her genuine affection for him.

I would find a way to make you mine. ------- As we sat in the car, I felt good, the kind of good that made me want to close my eyes and just breathe in his presence. I could smell Aiden's cologne—its scent sweet and distinctively masculine, wrapping around me. It was one of the many things I loved about him. His manly scent always drew me closer, and I couldn't resist being lost in it.

in his sweet voice. I crouched down, my gaze tracing his features, and hugged him tightly. "Billy, Mommy loves you."

James lowered his head and gave me a long and gentle kiss. "Yes," he answered. His eyes were filled with love. "Leah, I like you. I've always liked you. But I should've been the one to confess my feelings to you first." I could smell the faint sandalwood scent that only belonged to him. His hug was warm and soothing. "I love you, my dear wife," he said. I closed my eyes and let my tears streamed down my cheeks. "I love you too, James." He lowered his body and pinned me on the big, soft bed.

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] The letter was not very long. It had only a few lines, but it expressed all my deepest feelings. Back then, I really did love her greatly. But at this moment, I watched coldly as Alyse cried with her head on her folded arms on the table and felt nothing inside. I had already stopped loving her. Alyse did not leave the manor for two months. That was only until Antoine sent her an apology message, saying that he was at death’s door and barely holding onto clarity. He hoped that she would forgive him for his behavior at the hospital that day.

CHAPTER 79 Amour Amour - a sexual relationship or a secret love affair: usually an illicit love affair Origin: Latin 79 NICK'S POV A few days before Savannah's bachelorette party... I could still hear Savannah so clearly as I close my eyes when she told me she's marrying someone. I gaze at the invitation card disinterestedly. I still couldn't believe she's getting married. I just don't want her to marry yet, I know I am being selfish right now because Damon is already making her happy and Damon has filled the empty spaces that I left.

Louise Throughout this day of passion, I plunge into the abyss of our desires, a freefall without end, where the intimacy between us becomes a silent symphony, a language that only our bodies and souls can understand. Each exchanged glance is a promise, each brush a spark that ignites my senses. We are bound by a tacit, deep, almost primitive understanding: love, friendship, and desire are not opposing forces, but facets of the same gem, brilliant and indestructible. Together, they weave a web of emotions so intense they seem to defy time itself.