Novel & Cerita Fiction Love

I love watching movies. Where I live? I live in a small town named Roselli, weird name right? But there is a legend behind it. There was a girl named Roselli, and she was in love with a guy named Roman, they were madly in love, but Roselli's father didn't approve of their love and married her off to some wealthy guy. cliché right? Roman was so heartbroken that he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff into the sea, calling out his love before jumping. Since then this town is lovers paradise, lovers around the world come to visit the spot Roman jumped from and call out their lovers name. Huh? I don't believe in all this I am in love of this place cause it's my home, there are some pristine

She meets my gaze with a look filled with both love and lust: my fenice, the love of my life. “I love you,” I whisper as I part her legs and settle between her thighs. She closes her eyes as I’m about to enter her. “Look at me, fenice. Please look at me.” She opens her eyes slowly just as I sink my shaft into her wet, hot core. Her eyes darken with lust, but they hold my gaze. I thrust slowly, savoring the feeling of being connected to her. My heart races; my body feels hot to the touch, but I’ve never felt more alive. My speed increases as I move in to capture her lips. She bites my lip gently and moans between our kisses as we move in sync. I groan as she grabs my ass, sinking me deeper in

-0-0-Flashback Villa Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur, France. When people marry because they think it's a lifelong love story, they will separate as soon as possible ending up with new one and repeating the same thing. because all love STORIES end in disappointment. Marriage is an acknowledgment of a spiritual identity. Because if there is ‘Love’ Love never discriminates against a person's nature, body-, physical-, even property. Love is only our sincerity and sincerity for someone. If not that... people are found who are hopeless, misguided, weak-hearted, low on feelings and sometimes even lose confidence in themselves for someone they think they love one even every human who they’ll meet but if

Eliana posed a few questions in front of him. "If it was lust, then we have been into that stuff already. But we care for each other, no? Also, your body gets excited to see the person whom you are interested in or the person you like or you are ready to fall in love with that person or you are already in love with that person." Augustus made her understand and moved his hand away from her chest to his shoulder. He gently pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "Lust and Love can never be together. Lust is all about being physical, but love is beyond that." His lips brushed softly on her earlobe and he moved back while his cheek touched hers.

He leaned closer and pressed his forehead against hers. His eyes closed in bliss as if it was the end of his yearning. He smiled faintly while his thumb caressed her cheekbones. He could not help but inhale her strawberry and honey scent which lured him and gave a kind of satisfaction. His nerves felt peace all of a sudden. The silence encouraged him as he whispered against her face. “I love you, Allie. I love you so much.” Her eyes widened and she hurriedly tried to push him away which he did not let her. Leonardo could not let go of this comfort that came in his hand after many restless days.

He complimented, fixating his dark brown eyes into my own ones and I smiled a little as I ran a hand through my long brown hair. “Thank you.” Was all I could murmur and he shook his head before sighing. “I hope you know that we love you very much and that we’ll miss you, sweetheart.” His voice turned all sweet and pleasant and I couldn’t help but smile a little. Liar… “I love you too.” I said and he gave me one last smile before leaning closer to give me a peck on the cheek.

The whole room smelled of sex, sweat, love. Sebastian kissed her back, shoulder, neck, the red marks he himself had left, gently now. “I love you so much,” he whispered, voice breaking with emotion, almost crying. “So much it hurts in my chest, Fiona. I can’t live without you ever again.” Fiona turned her face, searched for his mouth, kissed slowly, wet with tears and sweat. “Me too,” she answered, voice hoarse, happy. “And I’ll never let you forget that. You’re mine forever.”

“I don’t want eleven more months. I want forever. I want you as my real wife. No contract. No escape clause. Just you and me in this dangerous fucking life.” Tears pricked my eyes even as pleasure still rolled through me. “Then make it real,” I whispered. “I’m yours. Completely.” He kissed me deeply and started moving again, slower but intense. We fucked like that for a long time — raw, emotional, passionate. My moans mixed with his groans as we chased another high together. “Fuck— Lucien… I’m close again,” I whimpered against his mouth. “Come with me— please— ahh—!”

Dante said. Elian looked at him. "Possibly," he said. "Or because the direct approach to love in fiction is almost always the wrong one." He paused. "The best love in novels is in the corners. In the incidental things. Not the declarations — the coffee handed over without being asked." "The coffee handed over without being asked," Dante said. "You've noticed I do that," Elian said. "I noticed it the first morning," Dante said. "In the Budapest safehouse. You guessed correctly."

, he replied her instantly She held his palm staring into his eyes, " we loved each other in our childhood, spending times together is one thing we cherished…we hardly quarell and when we do…we reconcile in a haste.. Fredo, why then are you treating me like a stranger in your life ? Take a good look at me, I am still that Candida you've known all this while…don't push me out of your life, I love and cherish you so much and you know that…. Liana isn't the right woman for you.. she's so careless that your baby got lost. Trust me, I'll give you children not just a child " " You're mistaking in this speech you just made…but I don't need to correct you again since I've been doing that ", he took