Ilove You Since 1892 Novels & Stories

[Alice's POV] "I love you, Alice. I have loved you since I was twenty-two years old and you were a stranger sitting on a crate of vegetables in a frozen alley, and I love you now, when you're eight months pregnant with another man's child and sitting in a chair that's two meters away from me, and I will probably love you when I'm eighty years old and can't remember my own name. That's not a choice. That's not a strategy. That's just what's true."

He looked at her face — wet with rain and tears, her eyes bright, her lips trembling. "I love you," he said. "I've loved you since I was eight years old. I loved you in that basement. I loved you when you ran. I loved you when you forgot. I loved you through nine years of watching you sit at that desk. I love you now. I will love you in three days when you leave. I will love you if you never come back. I will love you forever, Emma. Forever." Emma's tears spilled over. "That's a long time."

“I was wrong to think you could feel the same. I was an idiot.” Without waiting another second, she turns and runs, out of the gazebo, past her father and onto the lawn. “Lia!” I shout, my voice emerging strangled, my blood frozen solid. I’ve been in love with you since I was twelve. I’ve been in love with you since I was twelve.

Crushing on him every second of every minute of every hour of every day, of every month and of every year since I was so young. I first realized I was in love with Liam when I was about eleven and now I’m in senior year, it has only served to deepen and with that has come this need to have him, to be touched by him, to be kissed by him. Like I said. It. Is. Frigging. Killing. Me.

His thumb brushed along her cheekbone, his touch warm despite his fever. "I love you," he repeated, quieter this time but no less certain. "I've loved you since high school. Since you used to sit under that tree reading during lunch, completely absorbed in your book, shutting out all the noise around you. Since you smiled at me that first time I offered you chocolate and your whole face lit up like I'd given you something precious." Tiana couldn't process what she was hearing. "I loved you then, and I blamed myself when you disappeared after graduation. When I found out you'd married Nikolai, that you were pregnant..." His voice cracked. "I hated myself for not being there that night. For le

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“ but words are like the wind, they go and come. I will need you to prove your worth to me, and prove your loyalty to me.” “How do I do that my alpha? I am willing and ready to do anything to prove my loyalty to you. I will hand you enemy secrets in exchange for my life and your security.” I said. “Come with me.” He said and walked further into his territory. For some reason, I could not bring myself to be relieved or even smile. Fenrir was a very dangerous and cunning man, I should be on guard always. I followed Fenrir and all of a sudden he stopped right in his tracks.

— I love you, I say in a voice that is nothing more than a whisper, a voice that comes from somewhere inside me I had never explored, a man's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that hurts, a voice that hopes, a voice that believes, a voice that loves, a voice that says "I love you, Élianor, I love you, I have loved you since the first day, since the first night, since the first look, since the first word, since the first kiss, since the first breath, since the first time, since forever, since I was born, since I opened my eyes, since I knew that I would meet you, one day, somewhere, in that bar, in London, in that night, in that room, in that bed, in your arms, in your life, in your hear

When they broke apart, foreheads touching, she whispered: “I think I’m falling for you.” He froze. She felt his heart kick hard against her palm. He closed his eyes. Swallowed. Then—voice barely above a breath: “I think I’ve already fallen.” She smiled against his mouth. “Good.” They kissed again. Slower. The river kept flowing. The sun climbed. And Evelyn finally understood: she wasn’t painting over cracks anymore. She was painting something new.

It was the edited video of our eight years together that I had commissioned. I had planned to curl up on the sofa with Harper and watch it projected on the screen, but that was no longer possible. When I set my phone down, I accidentally hit play. The next second, a bright, cheerful female voice came through the speaker. “Today is February 14, 2018, Valentine’s Day. Jayden and I came to Lake Eronne. I, Harper Langley, swear upon this lake that I will love Jayden Grant for as long as I live.”