Gusion Love Guinevere Novels & Stories

That little b*tch played him! “I will be staying here for a few days,” Guinevere informs her brother. “And I will see to it that you will behave well with all the people here. I know that relations between you and Phillippe are not good but I love both of you and I do not want to see you two being loggerheads at each other all the time!” Lavi curses out loud and storms out of the room. He walks straight towards his study and locks the door behind him. There is something wrong. Why is it that he feels that wretched girl’s pain? If she faints, why is he fainting as well?

“With the Guardians, I’d say anything is possible.” I love the time in Araphyra. Not only do we learn a huge amount about our histories, but the longer we’re here, the closer I feel to Clint. I swear I even start to feel the heat of his body, and I know he can feel it too. He tells me that he keeps getting whiffs of his favorite scent, orange and ginger. My scent. When he finishes reading our histories, he sits with Ailduin and writes the story of our life and love. He asks Ailduin to make a copy to give to Cara. I love this idea. Now our love will live on forever in history.

*** Alexander pushed the door of his study open, only to find Guinevere seated there, waiting for him. The sight of her made his heart swell with unexpected warmth. She had been waiting for him. Profoundly joyous, he immediately waved Edmund away. The man bowed and retreated quietly, leaving them alone. "What have I done to earn such a joy?" He asked as he fully entered the room. The door closed behind him with a soft click. Guinevere remained seated, her gaze fixed on the side bar. She was irrevocably exquisite.

She quickly collected herself and swallowed her tears without a word. Everyone saw her subtle movements and remarked, “What’s the point of asking Weston? Now that he has another woman, he would no doubt speak up for her!” “Yeah, all men are like that, preferring the new to the old. It’s only expected that he would deny his marriage with Guinevere for the sake of his new woman!” Guinevere’s eyes turned red as she cut them off. “I truly loved him. Please don’t spread such rumors about him… I trust him.”

After a few bars, he began singing "Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you." Gwen was stunned as she listened to Steve deliver one of the best love songs ever written! His voice was strong and rich and his emotion was obvious to all. Sighs erupted from the girls in the audience and Kate and Lisa had tears running down their cheeks. None of the surrounding distractions affected Steve in any way. He continued to watch Gwen and sing as well as he could. Time seemed to stand still for Gwen as she listened to her boyfriend profess his love for her on television. She imagined her heart exploding as she listened. How could she have ever found such an amazing guy

Chase hugs her and puts the ring on her ring finger. "Look outside," Chase whisper to her makes her immediately turn her eyes to the outside of the window glass. The garden was lit by the lantern and it shows the word "I Love you, Violet!" She chuckles and looks at him again. "Did you arrange that?" Chase nod. "I want to hear that word. Say it please." She makes a begging reaction. "I love you." "I can't hear it. Louder please.." "I love you, Violet." Violet smile contently. "I love you too, Chase." She squeezed his hand softly.

"I asked the pack healer. After three months of pregnancy, moderate intimacy is good for you." I didn't resist anymore and let him slide his fingers in. This time, he was unbelievably gentle and always attentive to how I felt. So for the first time, I reached out to him on my own and responded, "Jack… I love you." His breathing suddenly grew heavier at that. With our chests pressed together, I could feel the rapid pounding of his heartbeat. Perhaps… He really did love me after all? … Two hours later, Jack led me by the hand out of the Moon Spring, looking satisfied.

"Rhett is still a pup!" Lucien's voice held restrained fury. "As his guardian in name, you failed to teach him properly. I've already shown leniency by not holding you accountable. What right do you have to throw a tantrum?" Guardian? I let out a bitter, mocking laugh. Back then, Lucien had fallen in love with my sister—Sylvia Wilder of the Frostclaw Pack—at first sight. Even though the Elder Council and the Bloodline Assembly were staunchly opposed, he insisted on marking her as his mate.

“Then you changed everything. I didn’t expect to care about you. I didn’t want to care.” I looked at him, heart breaking and raging all at once. “You married me for revenge, Damian. Was any of it real?” He reached out, his hand brushing my cheek. “This,” he whispered, “is real. What I feel for you now… it’s real.” I stared into his eyes, searching for the truth in them—and I saw it. All of it. The guilt. The sorrow. The regret… and something else. Love. But love born from a lie was still a lie.