Emotional Love Books の小説・ストーリー

Through Lily, Emily learned that love was not a finite resource but an infinite wellspring from which one could draw strength and solace. With newfound courage, Emily allowed herself to love again. The love that blossomed between her and Lily was different yet equally profound. It was a love marked by compassion, understanding, and the shared experience of loss. Together, they navigated the intricate dance of grief and healing, holding each other's hands through the ups and downs.

Roman and Emily, with their unwavering affection, seemed to emit an enchanting aura that touched the hearts of everyone present. As I watched Roman and Emily interact, their love radiated like a beacon, illuminating the space around them. The way they looked into each other's eyes, the gentle touches and shared smiles—it was as if they were dancing to a tune only they could hear. Their love story was captivating, and I couldn't help but feel grateful to witness such a profound connection.

Prologue They say there are three kinds of love. The kind you kill for. The kind you die for. And the kind you do everything to live for. But a cursed soul like mine was never destined to experience any kind in my love book. My heart is void of emotions, and the sound of love irks and irritates the shit out of me. It makes me extremely angry and makes my stomach churn badly, like I would puke. How can people fall in love when it has the potential to destroy them in the blink of an eye?

-No, no, Esau, don't ask me that, that can't be. -Look Tere, we both love each other, since we were children we are the product of our first love and we never forget it, unfortunately destiny was determined to separate us, we saw each other again, but our love is impossible, we would harm people who are not to blame for anything, and we love them too, let's give ourselves the chance to see each other for a few hours every year, that's all we have, no more. She who had her head down, looking at the floor, raised her head and said to him:

"Abigail, what do you believe constitutes loving someone?" Abigail, having limited experience with love, found the question challenging. She laughed nervously. "Such a deep question. Maybe you should ask someone else." Undeterred, Esther persisted. "Share your opinion." As Abigail took her seat at the dining table and began eating her ravioli, she considered the question thoughtfully. "The books say when one person falls in love with another, their emotions become intertwined. They feel sadness when the other is hurting, joy when the other is happy. And they long for the other's presence, every second—"

He might be incomplete but for Sandra she could see all her happiness in him. He was caring and loving. He would bear all her stupidness and never put blame on her for anything. This is what a woman wants. A woman can fell in love with a slave. She can choose a slave over a king if she is truly in love. You can not create boundaries in love. You can not create rules in love. Love makes it's own rule. And the first rule of love is... there are no rules. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

Soft. Sweet. Addictive. God. I wanted her more than I should. More than was safe. And the worst part? It wasn’t only lust. If it were just lust, this would’ve been easier. But Isabella made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years. Things I buried a long time ago. The last woman who made me feel this way was Selene. Amelia’s mother. My jaw tightened instantly at the thought of her. That woman nearly destroyed me once.

If you are interested in emotional and steamy books then…glue to this book till the end. Love Pia