Gangster Love Poems For Him นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He chuckled, "I'm romanticizing you because you deserve to hear beautiful things, and Rumi had taken all the right words out of me ... I think I'm a few hundred years too late to be a poet." It made her laugh. "Gamble everything for love, if you're a true human being," he quoted. "He didn't say that?" "He did ... reason is powerless in the expression of love," he continued. She was still grinning, his arms were tighter around her keeping her warm from the chill. "These pains you feel are messengers ... listen to them." Her smile started to fade. He wasn't just quoting them randomly, she felt those words were meant for her. "Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears o

“Just great.” “Calm down,” I say. “Stop fighting.” “The deal is off, man, double price or triple price. This door-locking, jacket-tearing thing is not cool. You’re messing with the wrong people here.” “I’m messing with a scum and a whore,” I say. “And a druggie, I guess?” I catch his arm left bare by the torn sleeve and turn it wrist up. The pale skin is dotted by red marks, some old, some clearly fresh. “What is it?”

A damn Gangstar. "I had wanted you from day one, and I still want you" He said. His soft words sent cold shivers down my body, this Gray Carter! The gang star leader I hated!. I've never seen him soft to me or any body, but everything seems so dreamy to be real. He smiled making my heart beat faster. “Make love to me,” I whispered, kissing me softly. I felt my heart stopped. I didn't just said this right!? I fucking told him to make love to me, what if he's say no and then make me look like a whore? What am I thinking?

“While I promise to tell everything about me the day I will confess my love for you.” “Hold on, is this your way to say YES to my proposal?” Artemis asked, and his eyes twinkled. “You really have no issue with that? I mean, your past experience is not that too?” “Love is a gamble; you take a chance, let your heart go, Like a dice, You never know the result…. Until the end.” “Stop your poetry, Artemis,” Caroline said while he just grinned ear to ear.

He makes me want him , love him and even hate him sometimes. " Fuck , I love you so much." He says and bites my bottom lip. " I love you more , Jamal." " Don't call me Jamal." " Jamal." I say and chuckle. He smiles widely and look up at me. " Thanks for loving me through my worse shit." I stay quiet as we stare at each other. Mob boss , criminal, murderer and I don't fuckin care. He has stolen my heart and I don't mind.

“I grew up poor. My dad loved my mom more than anything in the world. Too much, actually. He did things he shouldn’t have, just to make her happy. Robbed banks, people… anything for money, just for her. And the money? Never for us. Never for me or my sister. Always for her, wasting it by gambling. She was abusive. To me and my sister. But my dad… he never left her. Never stopped loving her, no matter how cruel she was.” Zara’s eyes softened, but she didn’t interrupt. She could feel the weight in his voice, the memories buried in every word. “She… she gambled it all away. And anytime she looses, he will go steal more to replace what she lost. And I watched my father destroy himself trying to

Ever since them I hated everuthing they called love It was fake, a game that won’t last for eeybeity, just like a portion used to cover people eyes, I was pain, angry, and bitter and that was what led me to the biker gang Our aim is simple, deal with anyone that needs to be taught a lesson, even though it required bloodshed I got my hands dirty, but I couldn’t back out, i didn’t want to, the only rule was to never fall in love, and that was a easy thing to do for a guy like me, but then she came along Full chest, pretty old face, she wasn’t attractive, the super model types, but she was still interesting, interesting that when I figured out the first class how her eyes were burning for me, f

It was the gift she had bid for in an auction overseas for our third wedding anniversary. At the time, she had said, "My love for you is like this diamond. No matter how many years pass, it will always shine." I had kept that gift and the promise inside its box, believing our happiness would last forever. But in just a few short years, the diamond still sparkled brilliantly—while her heart, and our love, had become clouded and tarnished. Emma collapsed with the ring in her hand and lifted her gaze to the wall, where the only thing belonging to both of us remained.

He shut his eyes, placing his forehead against mine. “How much more are you planning to hurt me?” My voice cracked with emotions. “How long do you want me to suffer?” “You remember, you once told me that love is a poison that kills you so softly and slowly that you start enjoying the pain?” I clenched my jaws. That’s something my mother used to say often. He took a deep, shaky breath. “Starving people can even lick poison right off the blade, even if it cuts their tongue. And I am famished, love.”

I will be your unwavering ally in the shadows, the person you can always turn to, no matter the challenges we face. I pledge to listen with an open heart, to understand your dreams and fears, and to stand by your side as we navigate this world together. Our love is our anchor, and with it, we can weather any storm. I vow to keep the flames of passion alive, to love you fiercely and tenderly, to cherish our intimacy, and to nurture the deep connection we share. Gin, with you, I have found my imani, my best friend, and an unconditional love. I promise to love you, to laugh with you in times of joy, and to hold you close in times of sorrow.