I Love You With My Heart Novels & Stories

It was finally being set free. "I love you," he said. "I know." "Say it back." "I love you too. I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone. I love you with everything I have. I love you with my whole heart. I love you with my whole soul. I love you because you're you. I love you because you're broken and beautiful and strong and fragile and everything in between. I love you because you're mine. I love you because you're my home. I love you because you're my reason to keep going."

, she said as she demonstrated. "It's still a secret, he doesn't see me that way and I can't confess to him because I know he will reject me, he has made it clear that it's only best friend's feelings, nothing more attached", I said looking down. "But You haven't tried yet and you are concluding, what if he's also in love with you but can't express himself because he's also thinking the same way, common girl, just try", she said trying to comfort me. "I can't, let it just be a secret", I said looking away.

Fiona could feel Paul Henry's fingers going through her hair, imagining her hair circling his fingers, Fiona suddenly felt her heart beat abnormally fast. From time to time, his palm lightly touched her forehead, clearly just an absent-minded movement, but it was as if someone had stroked Fiona's lap with feathers, and her heart trembled slightly. Just as Fiona felt she might have a serious heart condition, Paul Henry's voice came from behind. "Alright." Paul Henry patted her on the head, "Look in the mirror." Fiona nervously picked up the mirror. “…Paul Henry, the nation is almighty…” Dear Motherland, I love you!

Her spot-on observation was unnerving. She shook her head. “Of course I do. That’s the thing about being famous. Everyone gets on your business like ants to sugar.” She gulped from her mug of tea and licked her lips. “You are a Herringbone. That makes things worse for you. Ok, I know you have a girlfriend who you proposed to last month. Engagement party is set for early March. Your favorite restaurant is the Filler Flay in Scotland. You love Opera and swim as a hobby.”

I moaned. I ambled towards the back of the restaurant and glid through a hallway which flows into a large staircase that forms a main means of egress to the restaurant's roof top. I was walking unhurriedly like a snail and without agility. I was muttering amid tears, " he didn't love me. He doesn't love me. He didn't love me. He doesn't loves me." I repeated as if reciting a poem.

We were in our own little bubble where nothing else existed but us. Here forehead pressed against mine once the kiss was broken. Her gemstone eyes stared into my blues as if piercing into my soul. “I love you, Madd, with my whole heart.” A smile formed on my lips at hearing her words. It was the way she always shared her love with me. It was something that she had always insisted on telling me – she loved me with every piece of her heart. There was nothing that she was holding back from me. I had her whole heart just like she had mine.

I exhaled slowly and lifted my chin. "There's no need for this," I said, loud enough for Hugo to hear. "I'll go with you."

Until both of them run out of breath and take off their kiss. Malvin whispered in Evelyn's ear. "I love you Evelyn." Evelyn shivered, Malvin's words sounded like a squeeze on Evelyn's heart. Evelyn closed her eyes trying to control her feelings. however, Malvin continued to kiss Evelyn's ear with a little wetting it. Slowly the kiss went down Evelyn's neck, making Evelyn moan and couldn't think straight anymore. Everything felt carried away Evelyn's feelings, making Evelyn unable to refuse but actually enjoying it very much.

I’d always loved that song, especially its beginning. When it came to music and movies, I was a hopeless romantic. I loved all the cheesy stuff, the kind of things that girls enjoyed, which is um... another reason why some people think that I’m gay. That doesn’t make me gay. That’s ridiculous! Who’s to blame if I have better taste?

"Please, share me with the pain inside you. You know it hurts more for me to let you mourn alone. Share everything with me, madness, sadness, and happiness, share them all with me, because I'm happy to share all I have with you. I love you, Ian. " ...