Don't Force Love Novels & Stories

Simon didn’t respond, he was not bothered and though he didn’t want to get married to Gabriela, he had to do what was best for them and the company. “Clause five” Carla mentioned while the review of the document continued. “Public display of affection such as holding hands and kissing as prompted” “Kissing?” Gabriela repeated as she stared at Carla intently. “Yes Gabriela, kissing…” Carla responded in a serious tone. “It is important we do all that is required to make the public believe our story” The Lawyer continued, looking Gabriela straight in the eye. “I don't think kissing is necessary, there are other ways to display affection and…”

"How do you know about Elise?" Lena vanished into the shadows, leaving Deuce stunned. A chill crept up his spine. Lena's words echoed in his mind: "You'll never control her." Deuce stepped forward, determination etched on his face. But an unseen force repelled him. He tried again, pushing against the resistance. The force strengthened, unyielding. Deuce's eyes narrowed, resolve hardened. He took another step. Suddenly, the force exploded, flinging him backward. Deuce crashed into the wall, pain erupting in his head. Blood dripped from a gash on his forehead.

I turned my head away and stepped back, avoiding his hand and his embrace at the same time. "Robert, you don't have to do this. It's over between us." Robert's expression instantly darkened. "Clarissa, you've never been the type to let your emotions get the better of you. Is this because I didn't want to marry you right now? Did you and your parents cook this up together to back me into a corner?" I looked at him, meeting the fire in his eyes with nothing but calm. "I'm not forcing you to do anything. I just don't want to be with you anymore."

She just looked at her with a bitter smile and said, "Unless he doesn't like you, I will always be hurt." Speaking of this fact, Zoey also forced a smile. "Actually, I understand. Love can't be forced. It's not your fault. It's not wrong that he doesn't like me. It's wrong that I like a man who doesn't like me, and that man likes my best friend."

And when she found something else, she carefully picked it up without any audible rustling. "If you have a problem we can talk about it, right?" "What if I don't want to share? I know you can't help me, Yrannie," Leon said. "And you know what I want. Your love that you can't reciprocate. Why?" It's a sentimental saying. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Sir Leon, love is not forced, it can be felt spontaneous. So I'm sorry." She said sorry. "Do you think I forced you to love me!?" It insists.

Angry, upset, disappointed, hate, exasperation, and great love for her husband. Unfortunately, she was not the type of person who felt uncomfortable being looked at that way for long. Aaron seemed to express all the feelings of his love through his gaze. There was a promise there, and his readiness and patience faced this problem with her. So, she was melting. Again. "You know for sure the reason," she grunted. Indeed, men could not understand women.

"Anything else?" "The last thing I need in here is a clause saying that if either party develops feelings that may lead to love, they must immediately end the contract," I say, looking him straight in the eye. A small amused smile appears on his face and he says, "We don't need that in writing. Neither of us will fall in love. I know I won't and you've already made me make this promise verbally."

"You didn't beat her right, but you dropped her from the stairs on purpose and luckily for you she wasn't seriously injured or you'd be dead now." She opened her eyes in shock and said, "What are you saying! I didn't force her!" "She's lying! I can't do this to her!" He looked at her and said, "Now, forget our family, and forget us all. You can't come near us anymore, nor our money." He ignored her a little and pressed several numbers on the phone to speak softly and then hung up "Don't talk to me like I'm a money dog!" "You really are! Otherwise, why would you marry your rich lover's brother?"

he whispers before pressing his lips against my temple in a surprisingly affectionate gesture. I push him away before wrapping my arms around my knees, “I’m serious, Damien.” “I know,” his voice is unexpectedly quiet. I sneak a look at him and he’s wearing a distant expression on his face. “Love can’t be forced, little wolf, and neither can bonds. I know that from personal experience.” Dismay is like a punch in the gut, “But how do I-”

I should hear, now. Siya asked, "Don't you know that I love you so why are you forcing me?" George said, "If you love me and don't want to lose me, you have to do whatever I will ask you to do." Siya replied, "But George love doesn't means only have sex with each other. You said you love me truly, so why are you forcing? George said, "That's what I'm trying to say, babe. I love you that's why I'm not forcing and if you are telling, this forcing, so you don't know what is forcing?"