From Lukov With Love Novels & Stories

Nora asks startled "Lovergirl! It is only sweet at the beginning, you better shine your eyes and don't get swept away by the flood" she smirks her tongue irritably at Nora who mocks her in return "Beef this much? Better go and text Richard, Tito, Dino, or what is that your albino dude's name?" Tade snaps quickly "He is a white Liberian, not an albino! Get the difference"

How could I have ever loved someone like this? I didn't want to feel this way, scared and weak before him. I wanted to be strong and powerful the next time I saw him. I wanted to be able to defend myself. I wanted to be the one to beat his ass. Luke grabbed my face, and squeezed it tight as he forced me to look at him. He squeezed so tight that my teeth were digging into my cheeks. My lips were being forced into a pout. His face came inches from mine. "You'll learn to love my touch again." He said it as if he really believed it.

' she thought as her eyes started to tear up. 'Twenty-two years with no one to depend on and suddenly I have a mother now... Is this god's gift to me?' her lips rose in a soft smirk, "m—mother," she whispered. The lady froze; she leaned back from the hug and peered up at her. "My baby Eloise, mother loves you so," her lips trembled softly. "Why am I getting so emotional?" she wiped her eyes and swiftly turned her over, "we need to get you ready for your bath, I have instructed them to infuse your favourite rose oil, just steam your skin until all those dirt and grime falls off," she said cheerfully.

I watched him throughout the time I kissed Draven and finally letting go I took deep breaths feeling content while Draven tried to catch his own breath. “You see this Luca? This is the man I love and will forever love. I hope it goes through that thick delusional head of yours and if you still think otherwise then I will be happy to give you a show until it gets embedded in your thick head that I don’t and will never love you.”

I said, “My lover is a vampire after all. I’ve had plenty of opportunity.” “’Twas no aphrodisiac, my love. What you experienced was the art of love making… real love making,” he cooed. “Can I help it if I drive you wild?” “Oof!” I grumbled and stomped behind the screen to clean myself up as best I could.

To his utter surprise, he found out that Sarah was silently crying… her precious tears were spilling out of the bright pools of her eyes, and he reached out and caught one with his finger, bringing it to his lips. “The only way to express how much I love you would be to get you a star from the sky, and since that is impossible even for me,” he chuckled nervously, “I figured the next best thing. I named one after you so that the universe can know what you mean to me. And I have paperwork to prove it… I love you Sarah… I love you more than I can express…” but she was still silent, and Luke was starting to worry. Didn’t she like his gift? “Sarah?” he gently called out.

She is always so sweet with me and took my order. I ordered the same. My favorite lemon ice tea with mixed sauce pasta and two slices of onion pizza. She went away with my order. I was staring out of my window when someone came and stood in front of me. I looked up and freaked out it was the worst person I have met in my entire life, my *EX* Tom. I felt disgusting in his presence. But I managed not to show it on my face. He smiled still like PSYCOPATH. How could someone's smile make you throw up in their face? I thought while looking at him.

Ivy lowered her head, her hands unconsciously clenching as she avoided his gaze. "Relax, Ivy." Luke observed her expression. She looked truly conflicted—something he had to remember. "I'm fine. You don’t have to feel guilty. There are things in life we can't control. Love is the same. Some people are meant to love each other, but not to be together. Do you understand?" Luke sincerely confessed, "If you've found happiness, I'm happy for you." His voice softened, unable to hide the emotions surging within him.

Isabella continued to sift through the contents of the envelope, her heart sank with each new discovery. Photographs, scattered like broken fragments of a shattered mirror, she picked up the one that stood out the most, lo and behold, her loving husband in the company of a mysterious woman, she couldn't make out her face because of the nose mask she had on, their faces alight with laughter and affection, with a smiling child sitting in-between them, great example of a happy family.

He was struggling, not only against her touch but against his own existence. “Good show!” Dyron mocked them all, “Star crossed lovers? Illicit affairs? A human in love with an Ecanus, the most forbidden of sins! How entertaining!” Vida’s frustration built as she kept on begging Colter to remember her, to remember what they did and to remember everything in his time on earth.