Emotional Love Books Novels & Stories

Sometimes we go to a book club which we both love. “Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover.” “Oh my God. I love that book. It made me cry.” “Yeah I know. It’s the third time I’m reading it.” I put some laughing emojis on the message. “What are you reading?” I ask her. “Things We Left Behind. Lucy Score.” She has placed heart emojis and book emojis at the end of her message. “Oh wow. I love that book. I’ve read the two after it. You need to get them.” I tell her, noticing that a smile is on my face as I lay here in the dark.

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

Sometimes, she was confused about what to give her parents because they could buy it themselves. Elissa did not believe in love. According to the book she read, there is no such thing as true love. If someone loves another person because the other person loves them, it is not love but empathy; If love is because of money, it is not love but interest. If it's love for looks, it's called obsession, and if it's love at first sight, it's also not love but passion. They say that love is easy and fun. But for Elissa Desmond, money is the only thing that makes her happy. "How long will you continue to be a virgin, Lissa? You're already thirty-one," added Mrs. Desmond - Elissa's biological mother.

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.

It only took a smell or the sight of something that reminded Devi of Tom and she was back to crying and numbing her pain with whatever alcohol she could get her hands on. And that was why feelings sucked. Emotions were deceptive and Emma was determined to never fall victim to them. What good was losing yourself in love to the detriment of everything else around you? Emma had too much self-respect to let herself become a victim of something as ephemeral as love. Loving her sister, she understood. That was different. That was almost like a physical bond. But romantic love? The love that Devi claimed she shared with Tom? In Emma’s eyes that was a lie from the pit of hell and she never wanted a

You had an affair during your marriage, lavished me with gifts, and reveled in my affection. "You said your husband lacked emotional value, and I was the one you truly loved. You seduced me, slept with me, and even talked about having a child with me! Even this wedding was something you forced your husband to arrange for us, wasn’t it? How dare you blame it all on me!" Sean screamed in a hoarse voice, “You seduced me! I have the videos! Whether you admit it or not, you have no choice but to face the truth!”

From the very beginning, I knew I wanted Sam and Mason’s story to be more than just a love story. I wanted fire and tenderness. I wanted you to feel the ache of longing and the softness of forever, all in one breath. This book was my first attempt at blending intense passion with deep emotional connection. A love that burned yet healed. A story where the smut wasn’t just for spice, but for depth, for the kind of intimacy that tells you two people aren’t just in love… they belong to each other.

Love Beyond Reach In the depth of human emotions, there exists a facet that ignites the soul with a fire that defies reason and logic. It is the intoxicating, heart-wrenching, and utterly captivating experience of falling for someone you cannot have. Such a forbidden love transcends societal norms and boundaries, leaving you in a whirlwind of intense emotions that threaten to consume your very essence.

“She didn’t freeze. She didn’t shove her off. She… let it happen.” Rownan shifted, sitting beside me now instead of in front of me. “Okay,” he said gently. “But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you.” “She said she still loves her.” There it was. Out loud. Ugly. Heavy. He winced slightly. “Okay. That part is… less ideal.” I gave him a look. He tried to smile. “Look, emotions are complicated. Love isn’t a light switch. It’s more like… WiFi. Sometimes it connects to two networks.”