Falling In Love With A Rival Novel English Novels & Stories

She looked so beautiful, I was completely and utterly enamored by her beauty as I took in her entire appearance. I wondered how on earth I was so smitten by her because a long time ago I’d have never guessed that a day would come when I would be this deeply in love with her. In fact, I could've sworn on any deity that I would never let a woman bring me to my knees this way, talk less of Red who was from a rival mafia family and in a way that made me laugh a little at how fate had played a crazy trick on us both by making us fall fiercely in love with each other in a way we couldn't possibly explain.

I must not forget my ultimate goal. I glanced at the shrimps Erin cooked excitedly earlier at the kitchen. I could only imagine her struggles as she was trying to cook it for me. Zenn told me of how helpless she is in the kitchen and how she almost burned her books trying to extinguish the fire from her dress. How can I not fall for someone like Erin? But I don't like how falling in love feels like flying and how head over heels you are for one person only to realize that fall is actually a bad word. Falling leads to injuries. It is meant to hurt. Maybe that's why they call it falling in love.

But I somehow end up falling for him anew, time after time. Apparently, I can get greedy and jealous too. All those ugly emotions that come with affection. And it's even worse when my envy is directed toward a deceased person. It's as if Dan and I are the protagonists in one of those mediocre romance novels that Laura forced me to read. It's clear how these stories end. I'm not interested in finishing this one. But I can't put the book down.

Using such tricks to force her to reveal her true colors. "Do you want to come to my room yourself, or do you want me to carry you?" Dominic said in a low and heavy voice .. .... ... “The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space...Falling for him would be like cliff diving. It would be either the most exhilarating thing that ever happened to me or the stupidest mistake I’d ever make...It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal

No falling in love. Easy right?

I boasted with confidence. Serena laughed and mocked me,"What a delusional weirdo!" "I don't care!" I declared , "But I'm calling dibs on his hand, on his heart, all mine!" "Then that makes you my rival! Another unworthy rival." She continued, "Me, a pretty face and perfect body, how can he choose you over me?" "Love is never about the physical appearance! It's a feeling of just seeing that person makes you genuinely happy! That's love."

“It’s cranberry.” “How do you know it’s my favourite?” “Well…” He turned around to place his books on the centre table but in the process, he accidentally knocked the cup out of my hand. I let out a gasp when the cold liquid hit my skin and instantly got to my feet so it wouldn't end up on the couch while Noah dropped the remaining books in his hand. “Shit! Sorry, Sorry,” he said in a rush as he moved his hand to my chest to help me get rid of the liquid that was quickly soaking through my chest and I took in a quick, sharp breath before he froze.

She could not get that look out of her head. Marco kissed Isabel's head before he went out for work. He could not get Isabel out of his head. That was the most intense sex scene he had ever had in the shower. He had been about to tell her how much he loved her. He was not sure if she felt the same. She was always everywhere in his head. He was going to ask her to be his wife. He would finally do it, he thought to himself as he looked at the ring box before he ut it back into his pocket.

But how could she be in love with me? At this point, I was positive that she disliked me. I finished my drink. I wanted to dislike her. I was going to use her as a tool against Marcus. That was the point. But then, when I touched her chin last night, when I experienced her skin, I lost control. I wanted her. I wanted to own her, completely. Not only her debt. Her. And that was a bad thing. Because in my world, the things you love most will be used as a knife.

But tonight… tonight, they had returned with a vengeance, reminding her of everything she wanted to forget. She had sworn off men, sworn never to let anyone close enough to touch her, to break her again. But then there was Ryan. His presence was different. He wasn’t just another man. He was breaking down her walls, piece by piece, slipping into her heart in ways she never thought possible. And the terrifying part?, She was falling. Falling for something she had vowed never to experience again. Anna buried her face in her hands, whispering to herself, “I can’t… I can’t do this.”