For Love Me Novels & Stories

I love you. *

Much Love -S.E Dymek

“Pack and get out! Don't set foot in the ‘De Angelis International’ building again. Pale as the pristine white sheet spread beneath her, Phoebe swung her legs off the side of the bed and sat there. “A few hours ago, when I woke up and I saw your face while sleeping, I thought I could love you, but I was wrong. There is nothing that I could love in you. Truth be told, I hate you and I hope never to see you again, Lorenzo De Angelis,” she muttered sickly. With a contemptuous gesture of one lean brown hand, Lorenzo sent a handful of dollar bills fluttering down onto the soft deep carpet at her feet. Phoebe stared speechless at all those one-hundred dollars bills.

Twenty-two-year-old Keith had once looked at me with love filling his eyes and said, "Amanda, every day with you is wonderful." At thirty, he called it torture. He pulled a black card from his wallet and handed it to me as if he were doing charity. "There's a million dollars on this. Consider it compensation for all these years."

she cries out, her orgasm building rapidly. He doesn’t let up, his fingers joining his mouth, filling her and stretching her. Mavis bucks against him, lost in the sensations he’s creating within her. When she comes, it’s with his name on her lips, her body shuddering with the force of her release. Lance looks up at her, his mouth glistening in the night’s light. “My beautiful girl,” he murmurs. “My love…” Mavis reaches for him, pulling him up for a searing kiss. She can taste herself on his tongue, salty and sweet. “Make love to me,” she breathes against his lips.

He's replaced every harsh touch of Valentina's with his adoring ones. He looks me in the eyes and says, "I love you." I freeze.

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

The quiet of a woman who had run out of the specific instruments she usually reached for and was sitting without them and did not entirely know what to do with her hands. "I love you," I said. She looked at me. "I will always love you," I said. "That is not something you can take from me by doing what you did. It is not conditional on your behavior and it never has been and it never will be. You are my sister and I love you and that is simply true." She opened her mouth. "But," I said. She closed it.

Love, Coco

I can't get enough of his love. **********************************************