Romans & histoires From Lukov With Love

But he was smiling. “I love you,” he said. He said it into her mouth, her face, her neck. “I love you, I love you.” She opened her eyes, which burned and stung. She licked the tears off his cheek. “Happy tears. Tastes sweet,” she said, and coughed. Lu held his wife, kissed her fingertips and her red thread wedding ring. Kissed her long and hard and deep. He was still kissing her, holding her, running his hands over her smooth skin when he thrust the knife up under her ribs, straight into her heart.

The man ordered as he called his wife's name thrice and the name of the baby thrice. “Good job, now stab them both in the heart." The master ordered again. Leo hesitated for a while before doing so. He stabbed the child first before proceeding to the wife. “Good job, it is done." The master said as they began chanting again. “La hustle or else La wuuu!" A couple of minutes later, everyone had disappeared and then Leo snuck out of the room peacefully as if nothing had been done. He walked back to his room as his wife woke up and smiled at him

“Though I must say, I didn’t expect my Luna to stand up for him. Guess we were somehow on the same boat, don’t you think?” He appeared easy-going, but Gray could sense that he was dangerous. The calculating look in his eyes, the babbling – only the strong had this level of confidence and only a fool would fall for such façade. “Now don’t look at me like that. The veins on your neck might just pop and I doubt even Melanie could help,” said he. “I’m Luca by the way, Beta of the Blood Moon pack. Here primarily for my Luna, and not really for the Alpha.”

Logan could be an asshole sometimes and over-exaggerated a lot but at the same time, he didn't condone insults, especially to his workers. "Okay? What did she say?" "She said I'm a stuck-up asshole..." "Well that's surprisingly accurate," Damon thought "And she said my moustache looks like that of a pornstar from the 80's." Damon almost choked on his coffee. He wanted to laugh so hard but his coffee had come in the way, thankfully. He tried to keep his face straight and treat this as a serious matter.

Luke smirks at her with a teasing grin. I raise a hand. “Okay, stop.” My ears and nerves are both at breaking point. “What are these names?” “Her eyes look like seaweed,” Luke says. That’s kinda romantic, actually. “He surfs wrong,” River adds. “It’s their love language,” Lili mutters, chewing on the straw of her juice box like it is a sedative. “I do not love him!” River shouts, just as a passing tourist gives them a wide berth and a suspicious glance. Yeah, we’re definitely not hard to miss. The rat will certainly spot us.

“Well, take it from us—love isn’t about grand gestures. It’s the little things.” Her husband nods. “Like when she steals all the blankets but then pretends she doesn’t know what happened.” She playfully swats his arm. “Or when he ‘accidentally’ makes too much coffee just so I have a cup waiting.” Sebastian nudges me. “That sound familiar?” I pretend to think. “You mean like how you pretend you don’t like sweets but somehow finish every dessert I make?” He grins. “Guilty.” The woman leans forward slightly, eyes warm. “The way you two look at each other… you already have it.”

"Marcus." Tears well up in Louisa's eyes as she looks at the tall, well-built man standing in her front, it has been ages since she had seen him, it brought sad memories to her. "Lousia is this you." Marcus straight forth his hands and touched her face to confirm if it was real or his imaginations playing a trick with him. "Marcus...Marcus." Lousia hugs him and he held her tight and close to him as tears also filled his eyes.

“Yeah, I haven’t had fresh pasta with marinara sauce in a long while.” He agreed. About to take a cut of the Chinese sponge cake in front of me, Luke held back my hand. Bringing out his mobile phone. “Before you eat, because I know you’re hungry. I should do a video recording of this.” He blushed, zooming his mobile camera on my food. “I’d like to update my status, post on tictok, Tumblr and, of course, Genevieve, my darling wife. She’ll prepare this for me. My woman can cook.” Luke praised.

Me: I love you so much Lucian: I love you more goodnight

Jamie asked, confused at Luke's foolishness. “It started before marriage or engagement," Luke corrected, rubbing his temple. " Mr Luke by now you should know that I'm not naive, if you called me to claim my shares in my own mother art exhibition company then you are dumb or do you think I'll give it to you in the name of love you pretended that we shared, I'm not foolish there is clear difference between work and love and besides if you think May or her father still has shares there then you're wrong, it's just a friendly secret, you're welcome goodbye,” Jamie ended the call, he notice that every word he said to Luke and mention “love”, Lucien hands always tightened around his waist and it w