I Love Novels & Stories

Love ! Love ! Love ! I never knew what the word meant , just saying it alone amuses me. I have always been depressed , sad , devastated and most of the time I hate myself. I always wanted to commit suicide as I felt my life had no meaning , but do you know what stopped me? "Pain " that's is what I hate most and so I couldn't slit my wrist or stab myself , but you know what ? After doing a lot of researches I found a suitable method that wouldn't bring me much pain but I found it kinda weird, why because it involves me choking on my own saliva.

"I love you." "I love you too."

"I don't care if you were married to Charles Baker." "Alex—" "I mean it when I say I don't care." His words carried so much conviction that I could not interrupt him again. "What I want to know is one thing." My heart pounded against my chest. "Do you love me?" A sob escaped me. Out of everything he could have asked, that was the question he chose. Not why I lied or why I betrayed him. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and nodded. "Yes." The answer came instantly. "Yes,” I repeated. I was crying openly now. "I love you." The words poured out between sobs. "I love you with every bit of my heart."

With love, Great.

"Don't you think that's absurd? How do you even expect I go about that without eventually getting my ass arrested?" "Listen, it's so simple. You just have to make him fall in love with you and make it hard for him to leave you. After that stage is gone, you just make sure to get pregnant for him and boom, it's all settle. We'll be in riches," "You think that it easy? Why don't you go ahead with your "simple little plan with Mr Ceo" yourself and we shall see the highest bid of your result,"

No, wait. I love it.

She has something to say to Giselle: “Giselle, liking someone means being honest with him. In your eyes, there is only him. But it seems that compared to Elliot, you seem to pay more attention to my existence. I don't understand either, is your 'like' just a joke? How much of it is true that you like him?” Giselle gasped, her eyes wide open, her delicate face red with anger. Her expression became even more fierce: "You tell me this is not love, so you are despicably selling yourself, is that love?"

"I love you" "I love you"