Do I Love Her? Novels & Stories

“I’m a selfish idiot. “Do you love me?” she asked him quietly, and he blinked at the question. What?” he asked blankly. “Well, you just said that you loved me ‘too much.’” She rolled her eyes. “As if that’s such a bad thing. But you used the past tense. So do you still love me?” “ That’s a stupid question,” he growled. “It’s a valid question,” she dismissed. “Of course I love you,” he nearly shouted. “It’s not a question of me not loving you—”

if only i can. "What if.. what if.. I already love you?" He asked me. My fvcking heart won't stop its wild beat and I know it sounds so gay but fvck! Butterflies on stomach is fvcking really! Oh my! Oh my! Oh my! I didn't see this one coming. I crossed the distance between our faces and gave her a kiss. Making her feel that I am feeling the same. I've been in love with her for a very long time, ever since I was fourteen and she's sixteen.

Fiona suddenly raised her head to interrupt him, pitifully said, "It's past midnight, I want to sleep..." Paul Henry looked at her for a few seconds, then raised his hand to glance at the clock, slowly said: "It's really late, have you understood what I just said?" "Grandchildren…"Fiona I remember when I was in school, the teacher also asked if you understood, if you said you understood, the teacher would surely ask you "So tell me what you understood". “Uncle, I…”Fiona "Touched" almost cried, "You don't need to understand, I don't want to be in love right now." She used to want to, but not anymore.

Dawn squirmed in her seat, feeling rather uncomfortable, and the misty atmosphere of the study wasn't helping her uneasiness. "I assume it has something to do with David?" "That's right" she settled into the couch."Say, Dawn. How sure are you that my son loves you?" She asked, sipping her drink. "I am a hundred percent sure he does" she answered without hesitation. "Are you sure about that?" "Yes," she said, feeling the need to defend him. "My husband loves me" "Then why hasn't he gotten you pregnant yet?" "Excuse me." "What part didn't you understand?"

She closed her eyes and muttered, 'Your contact always makes me aroused'. He smirked and blurted, 'Because you belong to me'. She shook her head and he asked, 'How long can you love me? She opened her eyes and looked into his eyes. She responded, 'I don't know about love, but I want to remain with you until I die and even after death'. He stared at her and said, 'Then, Die For Me'.

It was time to dial Denver’s number, her hands still shaking. He answered on the second ring, his voice warm and familiar. “Hey, love. Is everything okay?” “Everything’s wonderful,” she replied, her voice trembling with excitement. “Can you come home early tonight? There’s something I want to tell you. Something important.” He hesitated, concerned, with a flicker in his tone. “Is everything alright?” She laughed—a sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside. “It’s more than alright. Just promise me you’ll come home as soon as you can.”

I know what's really causing me to feel like this. I love her.

I feel her freeze and I'm worried I've hurt her. "What's wrong? Where do you hurt?" I ask in a panic, taking a step back to look her over. She closes her legs and slips off the desk quietly and starts retrieving her clothes. "Talk to me," I plead. She quickly dresses and I throw my pants on so that I'm not naked for whatever is coming next. She finally looks up at me and says, "You can't love me." "It's impossible not to love you," I say, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

“You sound so protective of her, Dar. This is the first time I've seen you angry and over protective of someone. Other than the fact that she is your mate, there is something off about the way you over her. And he'll jo, it's not lust. I can read right through you like a book, Darius. I already know the answer but just for formality, I'll ask you. Do you love her?” Just as he opened his lips to speak, I closed the frame and time resumed as I walked off into the holawa without turning back. When I hit to the other end of the hallway, the guards opened the door for me to make my way in and as they closed ir, I asked myself a question. Do I love her?