Do I Love Her? Novels & Stories

“But do you love her?” My head rises slowly to look at her, and I almost roll my eyes to the back of my head. I frown. “Of course. I’m marrying her, aren’t I?” “It’s one thing to marry someone.” She fires back. “It’s another to love.” Now, I’m getting irritated, but I take in a deep breath. “So, tell me. Do you love her?”

"Do you love me?" ***

Did she still love him? *********************************************************************************

They burn as if she set fire. " I Loved Him. " I was stiff, not knowing if I should laugh, cry, or kill her. To begin with, she fucking confessed her love for someone. In addition, I don't even know if it's true. Furthermore, she said, LOVED. Why? Doesn't she love him anymore?

"But the question is, do you love him?" _______ "But the question is, do you love him?" Do you love him? Her words ring in my head. And for a moment, I forget everything around me, processing the depth of the question that she has put in front of me. Do I love him? My breathing falters, repeating that question again and again in my head. I feel my throat getting dried as a weird knot builds in my chest thinking about that particular word. It petrifies my soul to the core, thinking about the potential harm that a single word can cause. Love? No! It's a scary territory that I don't even intend to step foot in. I don't love him. Hell! I can't love him. I mentally scold myself, not letting my mi

' His love. Was I really his love? Was he really in love with me?

I grunted and thrust myself into her mouth. "Do you love me?" She questioned as she released my dick with a pop. Love?

Anything. “Do you love Osiris?” she asks suddenly, her voice so soft I almost don’t hear it. My heart skips a beat, and I glance down at her, surprised. She’s looking up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, waiting for an answer. I hesitate for a moment, not sure how to respond. Do I love him? It’s a question I’ve been avoiding, but deep down, I know the answer. I feel something for him, something strong, but love? I’m still figuring that out.

He then asked in a soft voice, "Sis, do you love me?" He had never longed for a person's love this badly. He would only be satisfied if he obtained her love. Did she love him? Serenity was in a daze. She was still immersed in his charm. Her mind felt chaotic. She liked him, that much was certain, but did she love him? If she did, then how deep did her love for him go? As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, he kissed her passionately. The sweet flavor of chocolate was still lingering in her mouth, but she did not realize until this very moment how very sweet the flavor was...

It wasn’t complicated. “Do you love her?” Damian asked suddenly, and it punched a low growl out of me. “Why are you still—” “Just answer the fucking question, Dorian,” he snapped. “Do you love her?” There were a few seconds of silence as I sat there thinking about the word love, and the second it crossed my mind something in me flinched. “No,” I said, shaking my head once. “I don’t love her. We just share a bond.”