He Knows I Love Him Novels & Stories

Because I know now. He still loves me. But love alone isn't enough.

“I love you, Adriana. I’ve never said that to anyone in my life. Not even my mother. But I’m saying it now because I need you to hear it. I need you to know it.” I stared at him, stunned. “You—you what?” He held my face in his hands. “I love you. And I love them. And I don’t know how to be good at this, but I’m trying. Every day, I’m trying.” My throat tightened. “I love you too,” I whispered. “Even when you’re hard to love. Even when you forget how to say it. I’ve known. I’ve always known.” He pulled me into him then. Into a kiss that wasn’t about heat or desire but about the truth. It was a promise. A surrender. A confession long overdue.

His body was here, but Xavier's mind was far away. "This may be forced on Xavier, but not on me. I'm sorry, but I'm so happy today, and I hope I can make you fall in love with me," Keysha thought hopefully. Occasionally, Keysha glanced at Xavier, and in her heart, Keysha always praised Xavier's good looks. "Since the beginning, I have never seen any man except you, I have you, and I don't want and will never let you go, ," Keysha thought.

“Tell her I said hi.” He paused. “And… tell her what you want. Whatever you’re feeling. I want her to know how serious I am about us.” Her breath caught.. not out of fear, but out of weight. Real, warm, joyful weight. She nodded. “I will.” He stepped in front of her, cupped her jaw, and pressed a slow kiss to her forehead. Not heated. Not desperate. Something deeper. “I love you,” he murmured. She squeezed his shirt. “I know. I love you too.”

“You really resemble the beauty of your late mother dear, I can see her in you, for the years she’s gone, it has been only you and I, but now there will be a new member in this house. “Eros said as he adores his only girl that his late wife had left for him to cherish. ‘He has a girlfriend?’ said Eris on her mind, the thought of her father finding a girlfriend didn’t sit well with her, for her mother is the only worth of having the title ‘Mother’. Never in her wildest dream of having the thought of calling someone else Mama aside from her late mother nor she will ever let her father have another woman in his life. She had to think if her father had finally reached the pinnacle peak of stupid

“I love him.” “Excuse me? You fucking what?!” I smile. Simply. “I love him.” She stares at me like I’m a simpleton. Mum stares at me like that, too, and I hate it. I always hate it. “I mean it,” I tell her. “I love him, and he loves me.” “You don’t even know him,” she snaps. “I know enough,” I snapped back. “It’s fate.” “Not those fucking horoscopes again… about fate or Mate.”

"I know." "Our godson." "I know." She looked at him. "I love our life." He took her hand. "Me too."

Love. Him.

"I love you." "I know." He kissed her forehead. "I love you too."

“I don’t even know what I am.” “You’re everything,” he said, his voice low, steady, but unwavering. “I’ve never known love, but I know you and if love doesn’t feel the way you do… I don’t want to know it at all. If you’re not love, then nothing is.” His words pierced through me like an accusation and a plea all at once. “What do you even know about me?” I snapped, my heart pounding, daring him to answer. “Everything,” he replied without hesitation. “I know you better than you know yourself.”