Emotional Love Books の小説・ストーリー

“Go on.” She walked closer, heels clicking on the wood floor. Held the paper out like evidence. “This is unfair. You docked me points for ‘overly emotional language,’ but the whole novel is emotional. Heathcliff is rage and obsession and lust—you can’t analyze him like he’s a math problem.” One dark brow lifted. “Lust.” Heat crawled up her neck. She hadn’t meant to say that word out loud. It hung between them now, thick and heavy. He pushed off the desk and stepped toward her. Not fast. Just one measured step, then another, until the space between them shrank to nothing polite. She could smell him—clean cotton, faint cedar, something darker underneath, like smoke that never quite left his sk

Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionery. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home" If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't

I said to myself… SHADRACH’S POV… Love is actually a wonderful thing, who could believe our story with Michael will take such an unexpected turn? I never imagined doing this with him; I always thought that he will be the last person that will come to my heart when it comes to relationships because I hated him with passion. But here I am, thinking all about him, and couldn’t even be myself just for a few days that he wasn’t around.

, she asks frowning. “Am tired now to make any more”, I tell slipping under my velvet duvet. “I will kill you if you disturb me now”, I growl at her closing my eyes and drift to sleep. “doesn’t princess know giving red roses comprehend our love to the person whom we are giving?”, rose asks herself before sending off them to their destination.

Her eyes brimmed with tears when the last word came out like a small whisper from her mouth. “You can’t question my love like this, Alessandra! It’s innocent! The only thing I’m sure of!” For her, it was the first time she saw a human filled with emotions talking to her. Like a real human. Because every time he was like a robot. A well trained ruthless machine. But at that moment, he oozed out the disappointment hidden inside him. “How? How after you raped me?” “That was rage!” “Was your love so weak that it couldn’t even stand in front of your rage?”

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

But I don't need luck, nor am i a weirdo because this all curiosity and been curious is normal. I decided to consult the experts (aka G****e and self-help books) to understand this emotional rollercoaster I'm on. I devoured books like "The Art of Emotional Intelligence" by Daniel Goleman, "The Gifts of Imperfection" by Brené Brown, and "Attached" by Amir Levine and Rachel Heller I even stumbled upon some quirky ones like "The Science of Kissing" by Sheril Kirshenbaum (who knew there was a whole book about kissing?!). Armed with new knowledge, I felt slightly more prepared to tackle my emotional chaos. But, let's be real, I was still a hot mess. I needed human interaction, specifically with t

Chapter Eight: Book True love isn't buying roses, giving gifts, cuddling or kissing, but it is the feeling that blooms in your heart, it is the longing of being closer to someone, it is the desire to share and understand. People tell me it's the best feeling, but I'm scared I'm going to get trapped.

Mr. Decha Tongchai has two children, whom he adores so much. His children were the only treasure left by his wife who passed away due to illness. One has been following his steps in the business world and already have a family while the other one was a rebel who cut ties with them to follow his heart and passion through music like his late mother, where he met his wife and have a family.

“No one is wise enough regarding enjoyment.” He gave her a look, but she wasn't joking. Her instinct had consistently been unsettlingly precise. She noticed how Zack's gaze stayed fixed when Kara walked into a room. The same quiet intensity Ethan employed when gazing at Leena. Love was a perilous factor — erratic, uncontrollable — and it was igniting their business networks like wildfire. "You undervalue emotion, Edward," she replied softly. “Yet that's precisely what allows men like Ethan and Zack to capture hearts that money can't purchase.”