Good Love Novels & Stories

His unfiltered happiness warmed my insides. "Yeah?',he asked disbelievingly. "Yeah",I said softly, bobbing my head up and down-my thumb brushing his jaws lightly. My eyes and thumb lingered at his lips for a split second.My eyes travelled back to his eyes and I knew he noticed. He notices everything. "Don't make me regret this",I said quietly. "I won't",he said solemnly -taking my hand and pressing kisses onto my knuckles. And I believed him. A hundred percent!

Great asked. "Never mind." "Okay, I'll be waiting in the sitting room," Great said and walked out. As soon as he left the kitchen, a got another text from the man on Halloween night, Raymond who was beside me saw the poem, and read it aloud, My love, You work joy in my heart, You are my drug, for I can't go a second without thinking of you. You own me, for my breath counts on your heart. My fingers itch for your flawless skin to pleasure in warmth-loving, and to taste the furnace of your charm.

He cleverly titled it ‘GOOD, BRAINY & UGLY. Hope: “Hey, wait! Who’s the ugly one? Is there even an ugly one among us?” Love: “Who knows. All I know is I’m the brainy one.” Me: “Obviously, I’m the good one.” Hope: “You fools! Without me, none of you would even exist—we’re from the same sperm!” Love: "Without us, you wouldn’t even exist. We’re the original kids—Mom and Dad's first picks. You were just the last-minute addition. They didn’t even spot you on the ultrasound back then. Lol."

Opposite of Chris, who looked negligible hurt as earlier when he asked if I am his cousin's wife or not. "Serve the food," Andrew ordered, slowly we all dug into our plates. "So..." Chris began, chewing his steak, "Elina is the love you were talking about, Andrew?" He nodded happily. "Yes, I am very lucky to have her and she loves me too." I parted my lips to deny it when Andrew indicated me to stop by squeezing my thighs under the table, "No Elina?" "Ye-yeah, I love him." I shutter a bit which did not notice by anyone.

I am happy in love. The End.

It’s settled, deep, warm and sure. It’s love

"Your love for her is real. What about us? We grew up together. I thought you were my lifelong love, but you humiliate me like this." Gus glared at me, disgusted. "You think I'd love someone who comes running like a dog when I snap my fingers? Your obedience is a joke." Getting the answer I wanted, I left the banquet with feigned agony. Outside, Helen stopped me. "Gus made a stupid mistake, but he's just dazzled by that poor girl. Once the novelty wears off, he'll come back to you. A renowned professor like him having a mistress is normal. She is just a passerby, while you're at his home. And frankly, it's your fault for not keeping his heart. Those women aren't better than you."

When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

The woman before him looked so pitiful, so fragile, that even a harsh word might break her. "No matter how much you like it, you have to stay by my side. Seeing you love but unable to have, do you know how happy that makes me?" He stood up, casually shoving his hands into his pockets. His tall, lean figure stood straight, exuding a wild arrogance that screamed, "Torturing you is my pleasure." "Scarlett, you want to run away with your lover? That's never going to happen in this lifetime." Scarlett looked at him, "What good does it do you to keep me around?"

I love you. *