Do I Love Her? Novels & Stories

I answered honestly. “Do you think she loves you?” “Yes, yes I do.” And there was no doubt in my heart about it.

Why does she have to ask so intense question? "If it isn't love then it is hate?" I sigh and glance at Lina who has a smirk on her lips, probably wanting to know my reply. Oh, fuck, yes, I love him! "I do," I answer and she raises a brow as if confused by my reply. Seriously? "I do love him," Can't believe I just said that but maybe that's the truth after all.

Even though my eyes were closed, I could still feel her staring at me, and I’m loving it… ‘‘You don't love him, do you?’’ She questioned me out of the blue, and there was an awkward pause while she waited for me to respond to her inquiry. ‘‘Why don’t you answer me? Can't you at least tell me whether you love him or not?’’ ‘‘You are absolutely correct, my beloved sister...’’ I smiled and then opened my eyes so that she could see how honest I was being. ‘‘I don't love him! Satisfied?’’

It's almost as if he read her mind when he smiled to face her, and said, "Although, I cannot remember what I actually did for you to hate me." "I don't hate you," automatic na sabi niya dito. "You just don't like me," pahayag nito, na hindi naman niya kinontra. Totoo naman kasi. She realized hate is just too strong a word. She reserved that word for someone like her mother. "So," anito at uminom na naman sa tasa ng tsaa nito. "What day do you want to do it?" Hindi pa rin siya makasagot sa tanong nito. Instead, she asked him, "Do you really want to get married to me just so your father can't get married to my mother?"

I nodded my head taking in all of her insults, I deserve it, look at the devil I once loved, and adored "Can I ask you something?" I muttered looking into her eyes "You can" She smirk walking to my wine bar, she poured herself a glass of whisky, I roll around my wheel facing her "Sherly, did you ever love me? Was there even a time you loved me?" "You really wanna know?" She asked sipping from the cup of whisky, and I nodded my head …my heart was reverberating as I wait for her answer

I should be angry and throwing a tantrum, but I am surprised and still come and not angry, just a bit disappointed, though. 'Am sorry I didn't tell. I knew you would disagree. You are so proud, but I want you to be okay. Somewhere I can see you every day and know you are really fine. Steph, you know that I care about you so much that you are always on my mind. Life without you is becoming hard for me. I wish you could just give me a chance to be there for you. To love and cherish you. Please say yes to me. Be my girlfriend.'

He only remained with his boxers as he helped her out of her tight trouser. He looked at her beautiful body and felt amazed. He had desired her for so many years, and now that she was in front of him, it was like a dream. He wanted to cherish the moment. Cherish her. Treat her like the queen she is. His face changed, and he kissed her passionately with so much love. He caressed her, his fingers trembling slightly. Jane felt the changes and let it go with the flow. She liked the feeling and felt loved.

Her hand stayed on my chest, fingers tracing small circles over my heart. “Do you love her?” she asked eventually. Her voice was barely above a whisper. I closed my eyes for a second. The question landed heavy in the quiet room. “I… I don’t know. I mean, I don’t know how to answer that. Why are you asking me this, though?” She swallowed again. “Just reply, please.” I opened my eyes and looked at her. “Don’t you want me to love her or what?” I chuckled softly, trying to tease, to lighten the sudden weight between us.

Then I asked slowly, “Hey are you married?” He raised an eyebrow asking me to continue, so I did, "I'm Sienna, nice to meet you. I'm Sienna, officially left with nothing, I just left everything now. Plus you look like you are in need of cash, I have talent and a job to make money, I just need a marriage certificate. Meetings like this are rare, especially for someone like me, and you look like someone who would give a heartache to my Uncle, which is exactly what I'm planning right now.

"Lily, I was just teaching her a lesson. I got too angry!" He certainly wouldn't dare admit in front of Lily that he wanted to kill me. If Lily discovered he was a psychotic murderer, who could guess what she would think? "How do you discipline her? By forcing a kiss? Or a hug?" Lily's voice, crazed with jealousy, made it sound like she was the rightful wife and I was merely the mistress. I found it ironic and revolting. Until today, I thought Stephen loved me, so I risked everything to love him back.