Euphoric Love Novels & Stories

YOUR LOVE IS ALL I NEED TO FEEL COMPLETE Annika's pov : Before I could understand anything he put his one hand on my waist slowly & pushed me to him. He tightened his grip ...I was feeling that my Heart breath going very faster than ever ..It looks like that my Heart will be out from my Body. His one touch make me so much numb. He came near me slowly ...He took my Hair strands away from my face gently..I gasped. God plz help me.

I crash, arms and legs wide open. Suddenly, it seems like we’ve been doing this forever-driving through empty, unchartered roads, falling in love with each other all over again, staying in dirty hotels and meeting new people—it’s like a new lease of life for us. I am beginning to love this. It’s addictive and it’s fun. It will be tough to get back to our routine lives after this ends.

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

This Love To forget the pain she is feeling when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her half-sister, Lumiere went to the club to get drunk and find herself. There, she met Rage Forger, a snobbish but handsome man. At first she thought she wouldn't get his attention however when she drunk danced on the dance floor, suddenly someone hugged her back she immediately felt his warm body and fragrant smell.

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?”

James was immersed in a deep melancholy in the living room, enveloped by a dense cloud of cigar smoke, while a bottle of liquor rested beside him. His lips still tasted of the burning kiss he had given Meg, and his mind remained immersed in the confessions they had exchanged. The love they felt for each other was undeniable, intense and true, but this was the tragedy that surrounded them. It was a forbidden love, an impossible love, destined to face innumerable barriers and challenges.

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

Despite her exhaustion, she felt a deep satisfaction and a sense of belonging she had never known before. Every part of her body felt the aftereffects of their night—her legs weak and unsteady, her core aching with a dull, sweet soreness. She had never felt so thoroughly loved and possessed. As she lay back down, her hand reaching out to touch Noah's, she couldn't help but smile. They had found their way back to each other, and nothing could ever come between them again. Since Noah was not yet awake and it was just 6 a.m., Grace closed her eyes for a second, feeling a wave of pure happiness wash over her.

“Here they come. Welcome them home like a good girl.” I’m already close to my peak just hearing those words, knowing he’s about to break. But then Jace reaches down and fondles my clit and I accelerate toward the edge, my knees jerking up and wedging beneath his armpits, his final drive grinding me into the door, both of us groaning like animals as the moisture leaves him, traveling into me with thick gushes. His lower body jerks with every one, my core spasming around him, fingers clawing, male hands clutching. Mouths open and panting against each other. There is no way to describe the euphoria, only that it’s like having the tension raked from my body while my chest fills with a new kind o

I looked down, my fingers lightly caressing the slight swell of my tummy as bitterness welled up within me. Indeed, Vincent could use a coupon. Years ago, he had written me 99 love letters in hopes of getting me to date him. When he wrote me the hundredth letter, I was so moved by his dedication that I chose to be with him. On the day we got married, I turned the one hundred love letters he wrote me into one hundred love coupons to repay his dedication. We agreed that as long as the coupons didn't run out, I would unconditionally agree to whatever he asked of me.