Friend Love Novels & Stories

"No Atharv! When you love someone, you are not afraid of them. Even if they are angry with you, or hurt you, you know that it is only temporary and you will still feel the same about them. Perhaps love them even more. You should make them understand that there is nothing to lose or to be afraid of, when you love someone." Chandni felt a warmth spreading all over body and her gaze froze on Aryan's face, taking in everything he said and meant. Aryan and Chandni were so lost in each other that they didn't notice Atharv jumping out of his Mum's lap and hopping into his Dad's. Aryan quickly gathered his senses and kissed Atharv again as he settled himself.

--- Oliver looked at her. “I won’t,” he said. --- Ariana held his gaze for a moment. Then looked away. --- And for the first time in a while… The space between them didn’t feel like something breaking. --- It felt like something rebuilding. Slowly. Carefully. But real.

This Love To forget the pain she is feeling when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her half-sister, Lumiere went to the club to get drunk and find herself. There, she met Rage Forger, a snobbish but handsome man. At first she thought she wouldn't get his attention however when she drunk danced on the dance floor, suddenly someone hugged her back she immediately felt his warm body and fragrant smell.

We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it. When you talk about love it does not necessarily mean to love your wife or her husband but to love your neighbor that's what love is, I believe in love because I already love wha

"That sounds more like obsession than love. Do you even love her?" Alex stopped walking and looked at her. "Love? What is love?" She stopped and looked at him too. "I see, you don't even know the meaning of love." she clicked her teeth and continued walking so did he. "Love is a feeling. An emotion. A sweet emotion you have towards someone. It means taking this person as your second half. Ready to do anything for this person. You are always happy whenever you are with this person. Doing anything for this person. Infact, there are lot of good feelings that comes with love." she said and frowned.

Of course it was because they were best of friends even before she had known the meaning of the word. And that was why she wanted to keep it that way. Friendship was safe. It included love but not with so much heart. And with the lesser heart involved, the lighter the heartbreak. Rhea was still thinking about how to kiss him when he touched her hand and enlaced it with his. And when she looked up at him there was no need for words. His dark green eyes was so full of emotions. Desire. Tenderness. Affection. Love. Rhea gulped at the inevitable kiss which would follow. Now would be the moment of truth between them. If he still hated the kiss, it meant she still had a chance at saving herself fr

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

“You said she, direct quote, ‘knew every passenger with an upside-down pineapple on their cabin door’ after that cruise.” “Yeah, and not because she liked fruit.” “Oh, I think there was probably some eating of—” “Don’t.” Scott held up a warning index finger. “What I’m saying is, you just got out of an engagement. I know what you’re like on the rebound. And she will decimate your heart. She’s brutal.” “I like that kind of confidence,” I needled him. “It’s sexy.” “I know you’re fucking with me,” he prefaced his statement, “but I’m serious. She’s my sister. I love her, and I would bust anyone’s face in a heartbeat if they hurt her. But it’s more likely you would get hurt.”

But I know this version of me is learning something essential: Love isn’t proven by proximity. It’s proven by what you do with the distance.

Be also his friend, sparring partner, and his doctor. "Ah, okay...love in different ways...show affection and attention in different ways without hurting each other but making sure to love each other even more..." she slightly got the idea of what her wolf meant about it. Love is not always being sweet for the person you are in love with. It also shows care, understanding, trust, and patience with your lover. It was a risky move since both of them could wear a cold-blank facade as if they didn't care at all. But that was not the real case.