He Knows I Love Him Novels & Stories

A very dirty pun intended. I want to know more about the dead guy, what his name was, where he lived, what he did, everything. All I know is that he is obsessively in love with a girl. And such love needs to be confessed and not hidden. It has never done anyone any good. Even if Avantika left me, I would tell her every day how much I love her- till my last breath. Ah! I am so in love with her. There are days when I just sit and stare at her. Those are the days when I feel really lucky. She is so perfect and so freakishly beautiful. Suddenly, I can’t recall the last time I’d told her that I love her. So I pick up the phone and dial her number.

It involves genuine love. One look at him, and I know that's an emotion he'd never understand.

Because whatever’s going on behind the scenes, whatever he’s not telling me—I know one thing for sure: He loves me. And right now, that’s enough.

She’s scowling again. I sigh and hug my lunchbox to my chest. “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 snap back. “It’s fate.”

"I know." He kissed me then, slow and deep, pouring everything he felt into the gesture. His love wrapped around me, warm and steady, chasing away the chill that had settled in my bones. It was the only thing that made sense in a world that had become chaotic and uncertain. His kiss was a promise, a reassurance that no matter what happened, he would always be mine and I would always be his. "I love you," he said against my lips. "I know." "Say it back."

Closing his eyes tightly, suppressing the bitterness in his eyes, Kevin stood up and hugged her in his arms, choking, "I love you, Kate, I love you so much." This person is his sincere and earnest love. He used this life to swear, the boy in his heart, will forever be the one he loves the most, and will absolutely not hurt her even a little.

“I know. I love you.” I told him. “I love you more.” He said and kissed me again.

“That man loves you.” “I love him, too.”

Did he also know about me and Luciano- The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. Finally, I turned to him, my voice barely above a whisper. “ how do you know? ” Asher glanced at me, his expression softening just slightly. “ because I love you and I know you ” he said quietly.

Does that mean. he loves me?