Fiction Love Stories Novels & Stories

I was breathless, he always got me there. The moonlight spilled into the room and was our only way of seeing anything. The dim light was comforting and made every unexpected touch intensify. I loved the feeling of him being close to me. His words rather whispers made me feel things I never felt before. Everything about him is unique and special, I love him and I will always do. Spending time with him is all I want, I pulled him closer to me, and as he pressed my naked body, I smiled and kissed him, he opened his mouth to make the kiss, even more, deeper, as his tongue played with mine, I moaned with satisfaction.

You love him. "We loved each other," she corrected. "Only it didn't last, did it?" Some romances are sometimes fleeting, but like measles or chicken pox, they inevitably happen to everyone. "What do you know about love?" I bet you think it's just a biological reaction! Jonathan smiled bitterly. Ah, if only she knew how many romantic dreams he had cherished when he was in love with Gloria!

Then there's the one about star-crossed lovers, two innocent people who love each other deeply but at the end of everything their relationship is still doomed to fail just like Lancelot and Guinevere in King Arthur's mystical tale Round Table, Heathcliff and Catherine from Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights, and Lyla and Majnun from the classic love story Nizami Ganjavi. Jakob says I have my head in too much fantasy, but I can't help but wonder... I heard car honks from a distance, then I heard the sound of a vehicle driving closer, it was probably my mom, I thought to myself. Right now I was home alone with Topaz, everyone else was basically at the back to school party grinding and making out

She pretended not to have noticed and turned to hurry away. Madeleine who seemed to noticed her movement ran to her and held her hand dragging her to their table. "Cousin, were you trying to run away?" Adeline gave a snort before following her, leaving the hall of gaping students. The students quickly broke into gossip, "Wow, I'm I seeing things now?""Is it just me or those two seem closer than before." One guy let out a disappointed sigh as he watched them. "Ai ya... To think I was eagerly waiting for the two beauties to fight and now that dream seems to have become impossible."

I understand. "The one you wrote is called Love Story. Why did I say that it's a love story? It's because it didn't have any happy ending. Love Story is a Subgenre of Romance. It's a kind of genre with a different story point and goal to achieve something love is at stake, then it has a cruel ending at the end. Love Story shows the couple's growth and challenges in their life, which complicating with affairs." He explains, and then he sits down while staring at me. I nod at him, and it's my loss.

The brunette came on my tongue, the redhead on my fingers, their juices mixing as I trembled, the loft echoing with our cries. The night deepened, the loft a sanctuary of shadows and silk, my body a map of their desire—bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum coating my skin—yet the hunger raged. The women loomed, their breaths heavy, pussies wet again, eyes locked on me with unrelenting lust, ready to seal the ritual.

“I’m not throwing it away, Luca. I love you. You are my life.” My chest aches. I need to fix this—Wren, the baby, all of it. Before tomorrow. Before it’s too late. The thought of losing Viv, of her walking away—it’s not an option. I’d bloody die without her. Maybe it’s obsession. Maybe it’s something twisted. But I don’t care. I hug her tighter, pressing my lips to her neck as she whispers, "I love you." I say it back twice. Because it’s true.

That she would fight. But she hadn’t. And now, she had done it again. The soft chime of the café door closing behind her felt like a gunshot, shattering the last illusion I had clung to. She still loved me. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when she looked at me, in the way her fingers had trembled when she touched me. But love wasn’t enough. Not in her world. Not when the man she was bound to was Damien Laurent.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

But for the first time, she felt hope—a belief that maybe, just maybe, love could bloom in the unlikeliest of places. Their love story was unconventional, born from darkness yet striving towards the light. Sarah and Lucian faced their pasts together, finding strength in each other. And as they stood side by side, ready to confront whatever the future held, they knew that the feeling of falling in love was only the beginning of their tale.