Do I Love Her? Novels & Stories

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 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?

she asked, biting her lips enticingly. "You're getting good at this by the day," I remarked, acknowledging her growing expertise with a grin. "Do you love me?" she asked suddenly. "Huh?" I replied, caught off guard. "Do you love me?" she repeated. "We're just joking around, no strings attached," I replied, making it clear I had no feelings for her. "You know we can't be together, right? I have a girlfriend," I added.

"I spent a lot of time in Virginia thinking about us. Let me ask you something, Noah. Do you love me?" His eyes went wide. "Yeah. I do." I smiled slightly. "I know. I love you, too." I hesitated. "But why?" "Why what?" "Why do you love me? Why did you want to date me? What made you ask me to be your girlfriend?"

Undeterred, I knocked again, but there was only silence in the empty air. Just as I was about to leave, my pride wounded, I heard the door creak. I turned around to face her. She was staring at me, her eyes searching mine for answers. Her face showed both vulnerability and curiosity. "Do you really love me?" she asked softly, her voice filled with raw sincerity that made my heart ache. I approached her slowly, never breaking eye contact. The unspoken words hung between us, like a delicate web. "Yes, Sierra," I replied passionately, "I love you so deeply that it almost drives me mad."

“Because I want the world to forget what had happened between us just like you had okay, I want to be seen as the perfect person for you in all ways, so I might be a little too attached to checking every update status. I sighed as I grumbled under my breath about my die-hard fans making it difficult for my girlfriend, I would need to make them understand that the nasty words they are saying is just not hurting her but me by an extension of it. “We are perfect for each other, no need for you to get so concerned, you know there is no reason for that.” I Kissed her head she she crawled into my embrace. “I don’t want to make any more mistakes when it comes to you.” She whispered, her voice vulne

that isn't enough validation of me loving him right? I don't know! I was just asking myself so many questions that I couldn't even provide answers to at all. "Do I love him?" I asked myself, and I instantly looked around to see if anyone was listening to me. Fortunately, nobody was. "I love you." His words kept on ringing in my head, and I tightly closed my eyes to shut out all the voices in my head. I don't love him, right? I asked myself and I mentally slapped myself for asking that.