I Love You Ara Novels & Stories

These lips really taste sweet, more like the taste of sugar apples. Ara's warm breath had merged with mine, one that flew me to passion. With just one word from her lips, it can melt my heart's performance. That's right, Ara said if she can't stop loving me. So praise be to all the angels who are in heaven, because I feel the same way as her. I can't stop loving her, my wife. She is Ara Doğan, my soulmate. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Talk about bouncing back strong. Leaning in little and tightening her grip on Luna's hand, Ariah looked Luna in the eye, "Listen, as much I hate to say it, you're going to love him for a long time", at this, more tears rushed to the surface and Lu closed her eyes. Ariah tugged at their linked hands, "Look at me", Luna opened her eyes, "I'm not going to tell you to hate him because you can't. That's the reality of the situation. You'll always love him because love doesn't just go away and if it does immediately then it's not love. Hell, you might even love him forever and that's okay. But you know what's not okay? The way he treated you. You're Luna Lowell. A fucking work of art. You're a liv

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I replied. "No. Not that. I'm jealous of your bow because you can bring it anywhere you want," he said. "But I can change it anytime," I replied as I looked at him seriously. "Yeah. It's true. I love you, Ahri," he said with a smile. I made my bow and arrows disappear using my power, then walked near him. I leaned toward him as I held his legs. "How much do you love me?" I asked. He was flustered and answered, "As much as to die for you."

Alex's voice was a little heavy. Although Alex showed no emotion on his face, Rowan still knew that his heart was torn apart. More than anyone, Rowan knew the love that Alex has for Adela, it can be said that she is the person the King both loves and hates. Love because she is the daughter of the woman, who Alex loves the most, hate because her mother heartlessly renounced the position of Queen, giving up the lavish and flashy life that the King bestowed. Just for running away with a poor, tattered man.

For once me and her were on the same page. “The witch in me is saying don’t do this. But I can only imagine how you must feel. I trust your decision, Araya. We all do.” Aziria said with finality. Her words made me feel better, not that I really needed anyone’s advice, though. At the end of the day, this was on me. “45 seconds! Will you really let your love die like this,” she taunted.

her friend said wisely seeing her frenzied state. “Right. And I don’t love him,” Rhea repeated stubbornly. “So you said. Are you sure about those feelings? I mean it’s a “hell no way” or “hell maybe” kinda thing?” “Hell no way! Zo, come on! It’s Adam we’re talking about, remember?” “Yeah exactly!”

he said softly, but Rey could still hear him. "Is it true?" Rey turned around, he and Ara ara were now hugging each other tightly again. "I Love You Darling." Rara just kept quiet without answering Rey's words of love but that didn't matter. After they let go of each other's hug, Rey seemed to stare at Ara's face, the desire to express his affection slowly emerging. His lips continued to approach his lover's lips, initially Ara tried to divert him but Rey instead moved Ara's body in front of the wall.

Aria explained with her voice trembling a little and tears streaming down her cheeks slowly. Dalvin was quiet, staring at her. She exhaled heavily and spoke up again. “I love you, Dalvin. I am not going to lie about that or try to fight it, I really love you. Despite everything, I love you so much and care about you but I am not happy with you and I want to be happy. I am begging you, Dalvin. Please, go back home and things will be okay for me again.” Aria poured her heart and Dalvin stared at her.

Kiara retrieved it and gave it to her, still unable to take her eyes off the girl’s striking features. “Thank you so much, Beautiful Miss.” The little girl jumped to her feet, smiling brightly. She scurried forward and kissed her cheek. “My name’s Ara, and I live over there.” She pointed to the opposite Villa. “I’ve gotta go now, Mommy and Daddy should start looking for me. I let go of Daddy’s baseball from the balcony… anyway, you’re so kind, Miss, let’s meet again. Can we be friends? Now, bye!” For a small girl who seemed to be around only three years, she definitely spoke like a machine.