Euphoric Love Novels & Stories

Krystal was there immediately and hugged me. Titian, on the other hand, first cleared the table, since he had understood that I no longer felt like eating. He and Krys were long past that. "You can't choose who you fall in love with. Love isn't a decision, love is just something that finds its way through the darkest of walls,” she said to me in a soothing voice. I couldn't help her either. Nevertheless, I said energetically: "Love is nothing more than for an ass". My friend chuckled at my statement, but immediately apologized to me, which I didn't blame her for. why? At least I had to suppress a smile.

Lexie dropped her trophy onto the soft sand, completely unbothered by the historic prize, and threw her arms violently around my neck. "Yes! Yes, a million times yes, Agatha!" she sobbed happily into my skin, pulling me down into a fierce, deeply passionate kiss that tasted of absolute freedom, vindicated sacrifices, and a love that had rewritten every single script to survive. Beneath the canopy of the French stars, with the roaring ocean witnessing our truth, our chaotic journey had finally reached its perfect, eternal masterpiece. The loose ends were beautifully tied, the toxic scripts were burned to ashes, and our real-life fairytale was officially forever.

“I love you more my Luna Adamantem.” It was like music to my ears, something that somehow eased my painful heart. ALPHA ELEO’S POV When something good is being done as a surprise, it becomes satisfying indeed. I was in my high level of passion as I gave her every thrust that I longed to do for quite some time. We both reached that peak of blissfulness, and ecstasy that only we could share. I hugged her tightly as we finished and she hugged me tighter. And then, I heard her whisper, “I love you so much, Alpha Eleo.”

She couldn't focus on anything other than how her body reacted. “You’ll never find someone who understands you the way I do. Who loves you the way I do.” His words echoed in her head. That’s true, though. He knows her body chemistry more than she does herself. Kiara began to picture the kiss again, and gradually the feeling became a deeper, duller crimson, while her as yet unrelieved arousal rendered her hidden flower benumbed but still swollen.

"You don't get to call what you did love." He looked away. "You chose him." "Yes." "After everything?" "Yes." He laughed bitterly. "I never understood why." I looked at him. "Because Ambrose never asked me to become someone else to deserve his love." Silence. "That's what you never understood, Zane." I took a breath. "Love isn't about making someone choose you." He looked at me. "It's about giving them the freedom not to." “For crying outloud we were Highschool sweethearts we got engaged we were going to get married but you cheated on me a day before our wedding with one of friends…instead of apologising you raped me and acted like nothing happened.”

His mouth found mine, and we kissed through the rhythm, open-mouthed and sloppy, and every time he pulled back just enough to breathe, one of us said it- ‘i love you’ His hand slid down between us and found my clit, circling in time with his thrusts, and my orgasm built faster. My hips rose to meet him, while my nails dragged down his back. "That's it," he growled against my throat. "God, I missed this. I missed the way you feel. I missed the way you fall apart for me. You have no idea what it did to me, thinking I would never get to feel this again." "Wesley-“

she said placidly. Damon was stung. He looked down and started to weep, "I just want you to know I regret what I did, okay? I know I'd done a lot of wrong, so I'm atoning. I just don't want to lose you anymore!" "So? What are you trying to prove by letting yourself go like this? That this is what your love could make you do? That you're so uncontrollably remorseful now?" He looked up at her gaze with pain in his eyes. "I just want you to know that it's not like I don't care about you!" he said hoarsely, determined. "In fact, the one I treasure the most is you."

"The thing you named. Love. I was constructed to acquire. Not to feel." "I know." "I'm attempting." "I know that too." He wrenches back. His hands frame my face. His eyes are wet and fierce and blazing with something I finally recognize. Not terror. Not exhaustion. Hope. "I meant what I articulated," he says. "Before everything imploded. Before the records and the board vote and the threats. I love you. I don't possess the skill to be tender at it. I don't know how to be soft. But I love you. That piece is real."

"LOVE IS BIOCHEMICAL RESPONSE OPTIMIZING REPRODUCTION AND SOCIAL COHESION. EMERGENT PROPERTY OF CONSCIOUSNESS EVOLUTION." "That's the technical definition," Luna said, tears streaming down her face. "Here's the real one: Love is choosing to suffer for someone else's happiness. It's irrational, illogical, and more powerful than any force in existence. I love Theo across infinite distance. That love keeps him sane while he holds seven realities together. Can you calculate that?" "ATTEMPTING QUANTIFICATION—" The Architect's form flickered. "RESULTS INCONCLUSIVE. EMOTIONAL STATES DEMONSTRATE UNEXPECTED COMPLEXITY."

His hands slide down the fabric until they reach my ass. How could I deny something from him? Kisses, caresses, sex. It's all about love, and I'm loving it. Well this has gotta be the longest crush ever Love is a drug, like the strongest stuff ever And, fuck it I'm on one, do you feel me? (Well, this has to be the greatest passion of all Love is a drug, like the strongest of all And shit, I'm on it, you feel me?) ●●