From Lukov With Love Novels & Stories

Go on. What is it? I'll say it tomorrow. Good night buttercup. I still miss you ❤ 😑 Fine. Goodnight Dylan. And I don't still miss you. 😂😂 You really insist on Dylan. Alright then. 💔 don't be harsh 😂😂 😂 Okay, I might miss you. ❤ ☺☺ My greetings to my baby. Tell Louie I still love her. And I love you too. Sure would, she'll like that.

Even though he knew he shouldn’t provoke this man, he couldn’t help but ask. Lucas glanced at him coldly. "I don’t have to explain my relationship with Coco to anyone. Besides, it’s none of your business." "But you don’t love her!" Loke exclaimed. "How do you know? What if I said I love her? What will you do about it?" Lucas asked calmly. Loke was shocked. "What did you say? You love Coco?" Lucas’s expression remained unchanged as he stated clearly, "I love Coco. We won’t be breaking up unless she wants to.”

"It's the same with me, Dad. I can't part with the people I love. I can't part with Kate, because she's very precious to me." Adam was silent at his son's words, his lips trembling with teary eyes. True, what Luka said was true. Loss is a painful thing; no one wants to part with the people they love. That is why, Luka remained adamant, fought with full effort, and even sacrificed everything for the woman he loved. Isn't that wrong? No, because love is worth fighting for. Adam was silent, his forehead wrinkled, indicating he was thinking hard while pondering. Caterina and Luka then accidentally stared at each other; although their lips were tightly closed, their eyes spoke to each other. The

Emma answers sternly, trying to prove her point. Lucus chuckles internally at Emma's defensive reaction. He loves how this has riled Omega up, realizing that an upset Emma is really cute. "But it's absurd. They say it's true love, but how can Buttercup not recognize her lover just because he puts on a mask? I mean, come on, I'd recognize you just by your silhouette." Lucus says those words in passing like they're nothing, but they actually hold a heavy weight as something stirs inside Emma because Lucus literally just compared her with the word love.

Luka's heart had ached at the sight of Light pretending to be entangled in Ardolf's web, a necessary ruse that both had agreed upon. The memory of their secret meetings was a treasure chest of stolen moments, locked away in the recesses of Luka's mind. Beneath the cover of night, they would steal away to hidden alcoves, their love a fervent flame that defied the darkness surrounding them. The moon and stars bore witness to their whispered promises and tender caresses, their love unfolding like the petals of a delicate flower.

The divorce papers were completely soaked in thick, dark red blood. Xavier hadn't screamed. He hadn't cried. He had stood in the doorway, entirely numb, staring at the physical manifestation of what love actually did to a man. Love wasn't a fairy tale. Love was a weapon. It was a completely toxic, terminal disease that stripped away your logic, destroyed your pride, and eventually put a bullet in your head when the person you worshipped inevitably decided to walk away. Never give them the power to destroy you. That was the vow Xavier had made standing in that bloody study. That was the absolute foundation of the man he had become. You buy them. You use them. You control the terms of the enga

he face turned sad "Okay, what should I do to appease my love?" Lu asked trying to turn his face to hers "I need a kiss" he muttered "Just a kiss?" she asked, oddly elated "Yeah" "Just a kiss and nothing more" Lu stressed that words for emphasis as she laughed "Yeah"

“What would I say is his crime?” “Invading your mental privacy. Dude is traumatizing, embarrassing, and threatening you all at the same time.” Luka stops right in front of me and goes down on his knees. I freeze. “I made this for you, you love cucumbers. I even got creative to score points from you; I made it into a flower bouquet. Also you love masculine men, so I changed my looks and even got creative with my outfit, I wanted to show how much I love you and since red means ‘I am in love with you’, yellow means, ‘you make me happy’, and pink means ‘I admire you’, I mixed it all to make a sentence to say…” he pauses before he continues, screaming at the top of his lungs. “Date me, Catalina.”