El Amor Verdadero Existe Novels & Stories

“Why do you like tragic books?” Felix shrugged, “I just do. Romantic novels for me are a waste of time, true love doesn't really exist anyways.” Sasha pouted and stared down at the book, “Romance exists, your highness and so does true love.” Felix rolled his eyes. There was no use debating a teenager. Sasha wasn't technically a teenager but to Felix, she looked it. “I didn't say romance doesn't exist. Of course it does, people sleep with each other these days and call it love but true love doesn't require showing bodies as a sign of love. It is simply the ability or willingness to be intimate with your partner.”

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But this once was enough for him to know what true love is. “Luz de Luna Plateada, hope this life, the life that is not yours, will make you happy.” Palomas Blancas looked at the soul that had not left the body of Luz de Luna Plateada and went home with peace of mind. "In the near future, she will have a man who loves her the most and enjoys all the sweet happiness of life." "Really? Is God also merciful to those suffering people?” "It's not that God has mercy on her, but someone has pity on me." Palomas Blancas asked the God of Light Hielo Fénix: “What does love feel like?” "Ha ha, this you shouldn't ask me because my father forbade me to love women." “Perhaps what you see with human simpli

Or love make shits with him for the freaking first time? Would he accept her if he know the truth?... What will happened Mr. Vergara's cold heart?.

“You gave me a son. You gave me a second chance. You gave me a reason to be better than I was.” Tears filled Ariana’s eyes. “You showed me what real love looks like. No games. No manipulation. Just honesty and truth. And I’ll love you for the rest of my life.” They kissed, and applause erupted. Amelia stood nearby with Leo and Alejandro, clapping with tears in her eyes. She felt happiness for her best friend. Genuine, pure happiness. Even if her own marriage was still a mess. Alejandro stood stiffly beside her, keeping up appearances. Legally married, living in the same penthouse, but separate rooms, separate lives, talking only about Leo when necessary.

I know my friends love me. "How did you find out?" She asks, there was hesitation in her voice. "I've my sources. Always keep an eye on your enemies." I tell her. There are a lot of things, I don't share with anyone. I can still feel when something wrong is going to happen to him. I've always heard Mother saying when you love someone truly, you can feel him, his pain without his telling. I consider myself fortunate that I've experienced it in my life, true love. I know what true love feels like. You can feel heaven in hell only because of love. Love is a miracle.

Alessandro said with a superb smile, and I looked at him with wide eyes. “You're full of shit,” I said jokingly, and he lifted his shoulders. “Always,” he said, and I couldn't help but laugh. Minutes later, Loreta appeared with a version of pistachio ice cream that brought a smile to my face. On the saucer was a heart with a handwritten note. You look beautiful, amore mio. “When will you stop saying I'm your love?” I asked, and Alessandro raised his eyebrows. “Never, amore mio,” Alessandro said. “Of all the crazy things in this life, the only true one is that you are mine. You just don't realize it yet or don't want to accept it.”

he said, his voice laden with emotion. "I never understood why you left for America so suddenly," she murmured, with a mixture of hurt and curiosity." No one understood." William looked at her seriously. "You would be the most loved woman in the world," he declared, looking into her eyes with sincere admiration. Tears flooded Angelina's eyes, reflecting the deep sadness that consumed her. She knew that the worst lie was the one we told ourselves, and in this moment, Angelina was deceiving herself by nurturing the hope that one day James would love her.

She suddenly felt a pressure from Kay she had never seen before. The cold pillar that touched her back couldn't even beat the gaze in front of her. Thea felt she was dealing with unfamiliar Kay. "What? Do you need anything from me?" “…Yes,” he trapped Thea between his arms. "I need you in my life." "..." Kay spat out those words spontaneously. People say a woman can hide her love but not her jealousy and a man can hide his jealousy but not his love. Last night, Kay knew he wasn't dreaming. Thea's reaction of neither confirming nor denying it made Kay restless.

For a man who had that kind of passion in his eyes, what would be the sort of love he would show in bed? Heat rose from her core to her face which turned her cheeks scarletty. "Were we engaged?" She asked him in a trance. He did not reply to her straight away but was back to his narrative style. "Love calls for vulnerability, openness and truth. Not pride and shutters and feigned indifference. Real love has no lies, no masks, no secrets. It's just you and me bare, from flesh to soul. With real love, it's no longer bodies that you share, but souls. Because the eyes have seen past all the fleshly flaws, and directly to the soul, it's no longer about tangibility, but that intangible feeling...t