Fierce Love Book Novels & Stories

“See? I knew she would fall in love with him the second she sees him. One look and she’s done.” Ferna chuckled, but her voice was low, almost wary. “That’s not the look of someone in love, Elsie. That’s the look of someone about to set him on fire.” I wanted to tell them both to shut up. I wanted to tell them that love had nothing to do with the brittle tightness in my ribs, the way my teeth suddenly felt too loud behind my closed mouth. I wanted to tell them the truth: the heat in my chest was not tenderness. It was a volcanic thing, at once grief and anger and a cold, beautiful hunger for justice.

Kaitlyn cocked her head and sneered, “How do you feel seeing Aaron only treating me well? In the past, you took away all of my father’s love, now I’m taking Aaron’s love away. It’s very fair.” “I have money and status, and I’m Aaron’s wife, so our child won’t be illegitimate. It’s not too bad.” The statement hurt Kaitlyn. Her expression darkened. She slowly walked toward me. I sneered, “Why? Are you going to hit me here?” I did not expect Kaitlyn to grab my hand and fall backward. She slammed herself into the glass coffee table. With a loud bang, the glass shattered into a million pieces. Kaitlyn was lying in a pool of her own blood.

On every holiday, Blake would surprise me with thoughtful gifts, eager to show me off to his friends. When we were apart, he'd text "I miss you" countless times a day. He'd also seethe with jealousy if anyone so much as looked at me, his eyes burning with rage. Once, he told me, "Karen, do you know? My family is full of twisted monsters. You're the only one who's ever shown me what true love really is." Blake's insecurities ran deep. He constantly needed reassurance, asking me over and over if I still loved him.

“I terrify you because I love you too much to lose you! I’d rather burn the whole world down than see you in his arms.” “And that’s exactly the problem!” I screamed, shoving him back with trembling hands. “You think love is fire and rage, but all I ever wanted was warmth. And you… you don’t know how to give me that.” Kieran froze, his blazing eyes meeting mine, a storm of fury laced with unbearable pain and heartbreak swirling in those dark eyes. I opened my mouth to retort, to vent all of my anger on him tonight. But then, a sudden, searing pain ripped through my abdomen, stealing my breath before I could even brace myself.

NOTE: This book is a sequel to my first book name 'Love and lies' but you guys can read this book as a stand-alone book as well because I planned to add all the main points of the first book in this one so you won't have to read the previous part all you guys have to do is to wait patiently until I reveal them one by one as per the plot requirements. Thanks. °^°^°^° Elie "Elina, My Sweetheart, where are you hiding?" Hearing his velvet voice made me drop into a pool of sweat as I gulped my saliva in fear.

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

he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. Tears welled in my eyes, not of sadness, but of an overwhelming joy. “And you’re mine,” I replied, my voice barely audible. In that moment, surrounded by the muted chatter of the fundraiser and the gentle strum of a guitar, our love felt like a tangible force, a glowing ember at the heart of our shared existence. It was a love that was both exhilarating and grounding, a wild, beautiful thing that had found its perfect, peaceful harbor in each other. The world outside our bubble of shared emotion faded away, leaving only the undeniable truth of our connection, a truth that felt as solid and as unwavering as the earth beneath us. We were the perfect

I often wonder what is love, Nicholas—I thought I loved you before the war—but, of course, I She then stood up and drew closer to me when she realized what she had said. "That was cruel of me; I didn't mean to be that way; I love you as a sister deeply and always." "Sister Nina!—to be sure, let us return to treasure—perhaps the contention has killed it—or it has made everything, perhaps it now licenses a fragile, delightfully refined you to esteem two men." "We have become so obfuscated—she puffed smoke rings at me—one man doesn't seem to fulfill the

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

Ignis looked me in the eyes and declared firmly, “No matter what happens, you must not go after Fierce.” Confused, I questioned the importance of Fierce and why she was so crucial to Ignis's conditions. Ignis stared at me seriously and revealed, “Fierce is the daughter of a Genuine Alpha. If you get involved with a lineage of that level, you'll be signing your own death sentence.” “Fine, Ignis. I promise, I will never go after Fierce, no matter what happens,” I replied, trying to sound convincing. Ignis nodded, satisfied with my promise. However, the burden of my choices and lies remained on my shoulders as I desperately tried to maintain appearances and preserve what was left of my relation