Fiction Love Story Novels & Stories

I said, trying to hide the pain in my chest. Orrian would always be my first love, that first kiss… That first taste of forbidden pleasure… but we were never meant to be... Our love story was magical and more of a short-lived dream than something that could ever be real… He didn’t reply, cupping my face and pressing his lips to mine. Pleasure rushed through me, his lips as warm as his eyes were cold, as they caressed mine like they were something so precious. I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers playing with his long hair.

He looked at her and that's when he realized that he loved her more than anyone else and said: "Sara, I love you and I love you: -Sara I love you and I love you very much, that's why I must have no secrets from you and I hope you understand the situation, this happened at night. After telling Sara everything, she looked at him and said: -Julián, I love you too: -Julián I love you too and very much, you are the love of my life and I understand the situation, that lizard already had it all planned, so why better forget about it and let's pretend that nothing happened.

It was late at night when Jonathan and Diana got out of the Gaddi. In silence, the two walked back to the hospital. The street was deserted and it seemed natural that they walked arm in arm and slowly. The night was beautiful and pleasant and so they could appreciate it better. In fact, that night seemed made for love. Jonathan's nearness began to exert a strange attraction on Diana... who wanted to get closer but steadfastly resisted. However, as they walked, his arm brushing against hers, their bodies very close, the desire increased and a climate was created between them that suddenly, out of the blue, he stopped and tightened Diana in his arms. With unexpected tenderness, he began to kis

Taking a sip, he nearly reeled at the salty-sweet taste and lapped hungrily at the wound, making sure not to suck the life out of the redhead. Ah, he was nearing the edge and so was Laty, he could tell. Biting his tongue, Kil spat out his blood at the cut and watched as it closed itself, and then turned to share the lingering taste of their joining with Laty in a long kiss. Howling, Lary broke from the kiss, and just as he was about to orgasm, he marked his mate. **** The two lovers lay in the aftermath of their lovemaking as they tried to catch their breath.

“Our anniversary is on your birthday. “It’s the exact day I fell in love with you at first sight, and the day I finally confessed my feelings.” “You have no idea how ecstatically happy I was the moment you agreed to be with me. I waited years for that single day.” He pulled me tightly into his arms, softly weaving a beautiful, vivid narrative of our supposed love story. It was incredibly romantic, detailed, and deeply moving. It didn’t feel like a hollow lie; it felt like a sacred scenario he had replayed and fantasized about millions of times in his own mind. A sudden, electric jolt coursed straight through my entire body.

he repeated while kissing my neck. "You lie about loving me," I said, he angrily looks at me before speaking. " you can't even imagine how much I love you, elina" and then he kissed me on the lips, running his tongue inside my mouth, I grip his shirt's collar pulling him more closer, our tongue was dancing in perfect rhythm, his hands were squeezing my hips, He lifts me from the floor without breaking the kiss I put my legs around his waist we were standing so close that even air can't pass through us.

He picked me in his arms in a bridal style and gently lied me on the bed. That night he make love with me like I am a very a precious thing to him. There is no mixture of love and lust in his eyes, there is only love. It will be wrong to say it just a love because it was a beyond from the love like we both worship our body by making love with eachother. It was pure. Our love is pure. The End ........................................................................ Finally I completed my first story.. This story is really very closed to me. Preeti and Siddharth's character are so closed to me and they always stay closed to my heart.

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.

“Okay, then explain it to me again, because from what I remember you telling me about it, it’s just about how like love is like a sticky note.” “Close,” I begin explaining, “he said that love can be written on crumpled stationery, written on sticky notes wedged between the pages of a book or stuck on a fridge door, or baked into the edges of a chiffon cake. The point is that love takes different forms but the common thing about is that people like talking about it. Kind of like how we always end up interacting with it in some way, and we are all obsessed with it on some sort of level.”

🌹Damien 🌹 The warmth of her lips still lingered on mine, a sensation I never wanted to fade. For so long, we had been dancing around this, pushing and pulling, trying to deny the inevitable. But now, with her in my arms, I didn’t care about anything else. Aurora sighed against my chest, her fingers gripping my shirt like she was afraid I would disappear if she let go. I ran my hands slowly down her back, holding her close, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against mine. She didn’t say anything, and for once, I didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with words.