Everlasting Love Manhwa Novels & Stories

“Ethan, you're the one I adore. There's nothing between Thomas and myself. I'm dedicated to you.” Ethan's jealousy started to fade as he gazed into my eyes and recognized the truth in my words. “I'm sorry, Elah. I let my envy get the better of me. It's just that you looked so wonderful tonight, and I couldn't face the notion of losing you.” He said softly I smiled and grasped Ethan's hand. “You won't lose me, Ethan. We're in this together, no matter what.” We had a moment of reconciliation, understanding that love was stronger than temporary envy.

I moan as I grip the sheets. "I want you to make love to me," He continues to rub my clit as he slowly starts to enter me. I gasp as I dig my nails into his shoulder blade. He pulls out and reenters me pushing more of himself in. I moan against his skin only to bite him with a hiss. He pulls out and pushes a little more in. I hiss as he does it again. He pulls out again. He enters me again and pushes more of himself into me. I whimper. "No, more," I breathe.

She whispered, her voice filled with need. “Your wish is my command.” He carried her in a bridal style and headed to the bathroom. They undressed and made love in the shower. The more they made love, the more intense the attraction between them was, every lovemaking was always better than the last. They couldn’t get enough of each other. After their lovemaking session, they showered, changed into their nightclothes and made their way to the bed where they cuddled.

The seemingly delicate girl was relentless in her pursuit, showing up at every game to bring him water. Once, Connor deliberately teased her by accepting water from someone else. Her bright eyes instantly reddened as though deeply wronged, yet she stubbornly took the water from his hand and replaced it with the one she had bought. Season after season, Felicia persisted for a year. One winter, when Connor said he was hungry, she pulled a still-warm bun from her coat pocket and handed it to him with a smile. "Luckily, it's still warm." At that moment, Connor's heart softened completely. He pulled her into an embrace. "Let's be together."

The steady sound of beeping filled the room. Her eyelids joined, as if dragged by cables, and the blinding whiteness of the room caused her to flinch. Her throat felt dry, and her body ached with an unfamiliar heaviness. ”She's coming at last," murmured a gently hopeful voice. Erica blinked, her vision slowly focusing. With kind eyes and dark, wind swept hair, a woman leaned over her, relief and worry dancing in her features. Behind her stood a man with a strong jawline and broad shoulders, his arms crossed tightly as he studied Erica.

"If no one else wants to be your friend, I'll be your friend. From now on, I've got your back." She scratched her head bashfully when he stared at her. Upon second thought, she unhooked the keychain from her backpack and handed it to him with a dimpled grin. "Here. This is a friendship gift," she said. At that moment, the seed of love took root in Carter's heart. He had treasured that gift for many years. Now, staring at the keychain for what felt like an eternity, Carter finally placed it into a box. Sealing the box felt like he was storing away the love he had harbored for Misty over the past decade.

There he lay—a man with flowing white hair and golden eyes. When he saw me, a pair of lion ears twitched gently atop his head. "You're back." His voice was even more beautiful than I remembered. My heart leaped. "You're the white lion?" The white lion nodded. "My name is Edward Stewart." I smiled. "Nice to meet you. I'm Julie Evans." Under my care, Edward had recovered enough to walk. He still couldn't do anything too strenuous, though.

“And even if I do still think that the world is finite, I know that our love will never be. Because even if everything ends, even as I take my last breath, and even if I am reborn into somebody else, I know that I’ll be spending those times loving you.” “You’re making me cry again,” Adriel complained, sniffling to hold in her tears. “I love you, angel—more than you can imagine.” “And I love you, my Zeth—since the beginning.” “To forever?” “To forever.” END

As our lips met, I slammed the code from my scar into his. The world didn't explode. It went silent. A surge of white-hot energy erupted from the point where our skin met, a resonance so powerful it shattered the holographic interface and sent the Core into a catastrophic feedback loop. I felt Jinyan’s consciousness rushing through me—every kiss, every fight, every secret he had ever kept. It was a beautiful, overwhelming flood of him. And then, I felt Elara scream. Her shadow was burned away by the sheer intensity of Jinyan’s final, sacrificial love. He used the last of his strength to push her into the fire, shielding my mind from the blast even as his own began to unravel.

“I know you’re not something to keep. You’re becoming something huge, and you’ll outgrow this mountain, and that’s good. That’s as it should be. But, if any part of you stays in reach—if you let me, in whatever shape—I want to keep you.” She lay there and let it fill her up. “Then keep me,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere unless I choose it. And I choose—” She reached for his hand in the dark. “I choose this. I choose you. I’ll keep choosing, every day. That’s the only way I know to love something without getting lost inside it.” He lifted her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles—quiet, certain, like a promise. “Every day,” he said.