Falling In Love Book Novels & Stories

She didn’t cry out, only held on tighter. Despite the taste of sweetness invading his mouth, he felt a strange, unbearable heaviness. Kissing her was addictive, he thought he could kiss her for the rest of his life without ever tiring. Yet the more he kissed her, the more it hurt. The truth pressed into his chest: no matter how much he craved her, pain shadowed every moment. There was no way he could just let her walk away. There was no way he could bear not seeing her again. And in that instant, he understood something he never thought he would. Falling in love wasn’t complicated at all. It wasn’t a puzzle, or a formula, or a clever game. It was simply this, falling while chasing a piece of

When had he happened again? I looked up then. Really looked at him. And suddenly I realized something that terrified me. Somewhere in these three months... I had fallen again. Maybe not all at once. Maybe not loudly. But slowly. Quietly. Piece by piece. Somewhere between burnt breakfasts and bedtime stories and midnight cuddles and family dinners and tiny hands holding ours together, I had somehow fallen in love with him all over again. And maybe that was why my heart was beating so loudly now. Because this did not feel like a first kiss. Not really. It felt like coming back home after being lost for years. It felt like finding something I thought life had taken away from me forever. And may

And something undefined stirred in his chest. “We can go now,” Elsa whispered, lifting her gaze to him. A shiver raced down her spine. He was still staring at her lips. Openly. Intently. Her eyes flicked to his lips before she could stop herself, curiosity blooming into something warmer, something terrifying. She had only read about kisses in storybooks. Was it really like the books say? Or was it wrong? Before she could decide, he leaned in. His lips brushed hers, brief, firm and then he pulled away just as quickly.

I reviewed it, found it solid, and decided to confront Elliot that night. When I got home, he was busy in the kitchen. In a good mood, he said, "You're back early today." "I need to talk to you about something," I said. He brought out a plate of food he'd just made. A big smile was on his face. "What's so mysterious?" I took the divorce agreement out of my briefcase and placed it on the dining table. When Elliot saw its cover, the plate nearly slipped from his hand. "What is this?" His voice trembled, and his face turned pale.

Beautiful, confident Emily with her possessive grip and her perfect smile and her casual claim on the boy Luca had never stopped loving. Because that's what this was, wasn't it? This ache in his chest, this desperate need to be close to Ryan, this feeling like he could barely breathe when they were in the same room together. It was love. It had been love in eighth grade when they were just kids figuring out what attraction meant, and it was love now, deeper and more complicated and definitely more painful. Luca rolled over and buried his face in his pillow, trying to muffle the frustrated sound that escaped his throat. Two years ago, they'd been on the edge of something beautiful and terrify

And then he was inside me, and the world shattered. Pleasure crashed over us like a storm, fierce and unrelenting. His name was a prayer on my lips, his body moving against mine, each thrust pulling me deeper into him, into us. We were fire and desperation. Passion and love. Two souls colliding, breaking, mending—all in the span of a single breath. And when we finally fell over the edge together, tangled in each other, gasping, shaking, lost—there was no doubt. *** The soft glow of dawn crept through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the sheets. I stirred, feeling the warmth of Elliot’s body pressed against mine, his arm draped possessively over my waist.

After what I did to Denver some days ago, he sacked me leaving me without a job, going home was the least I wanted not to talk of paying a visit to the hospital in this mental state of mine. Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward, “Any restaurant around.” He affirmed this with a nod and once again only my sniff rented the atmosphere. It was as if whoever it was that was behind the lighting of the bar was waiting for me because the moment I stepped in, the lights went off. Wondering what the issue was, I began to dart my eyes around until lights flooded the screen in the bar. Will you marry me, Elsie? — I read in my head. “OMG, this is so romantic.” I could hear girls chirping around me and i

Stepping into the office I sweep my eyes through all of his mess. With a loud sigh while shaking my head I begin grabbing all the papers and books organizing and cleaning up the office. Walking towards his table my eyes land on the pile of books thrown across it. I pick up the bright pink coloured book as I read its title. "How to fall in love?" Looking towards the other books I read their titles as well. "What is love? How to make her fall in love. Differences between males and females... What is the meaning of love?" I chuckle loudly and begin to get into a fit of laughter.

Dante said he loved me. I had waited for him to say those words to me since I came to the castle. My love wasn’t one-sided after all. Life is funny that way. If you pinched me years ago and told me that I would fall in love with a supernatural creature- a Vampire Prince for that matter- I would have laughed in your face and told you take a one way trip to hell. But it happened. I fell in love with the Vampire Prince and I don’t regret it one bit.

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.