Imagine Being Loved By Me Novels & Stories

The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the pulsating energy of our love. Aiden's fingers traced delicate patterns along my skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body. His voice, laced with a hint of awe, broke the serene silence. "I never imagined that love could feel this powerful, this all-consuming. It's as if the universe itself conspired to bring us together." I nestled closer to him, relishing the warmth and safety of his embrace. "Our love is a force of nature, Aide. It transcends boundaries and defies logic. I'm grateful to have you as my mate."

She wouldn’t have thought it possible but she had already grown used to them; to sleeping and waking up with them; to seeing their dirty hunger filled faces and their depressed eyes. Their presence gave her comfort, strength, especially his. She missed Naeto. His winks and smiles and laughter and teasing. She missed his familiar red T-shirt and Adidas shoes,his bushy afro. She missed cleaning his cuts and hearing his compliments, she missed his warm hugs. She missed him. She hadn’t realized how much she had gotten attached to him till that precise moment, how much she valued his company, how much she liked him. She had never felt this way, she had never thought of anyone other than her famil

It came directly from his heart. This is what I wanted for him right? For Mr Reid to help so he could be free and I'll end up with Mason. But why does it feel so wrong? Why am I having a choked feeling deep inside? Someone turned on the mini stereo in the room locked away by R.City began blasting through. If I got locked away, And we lost it all today, Tell me honestly. Would you still love me the same? If I showed you my flaws, And if I couldn't be strong,

He appreciated the girl's tenacity very much. When I saw myself, I could see that the clothes I was wearing were of poor quality, but they were clean. The short hair just reached my ears. When I ran, it was very cute. Wearing slippers, I feel more lovely. He saw the clothes on the sofa from the moment he opened the door. As a person who started to contact women very early, a little girl's underwear would not arouse any emotional fluctuation. I just feel that the little girl in front of me is sneaking and hiding, especially like a... hamster? Well, it's the kind of mice raised by the third son.

For the first time ever I actually felt loved, I feel loved. I don't want to lose this! Especially not from my stupid sob story!

The world had continued to exist in its usual arrangement and yet something felt fundamentally different about all of it, the way a room looks slightly unfamiliar after you have been away from it for a long time, even when nothing inside has changed. I had enjoyed the night. That was the honest part, the part I could admit to myself while I was still alone in the quiet of the room with nobody watching my face. I had enjoyed it more than I wanted to, and that was exactly where the problem began, because Matthew was not someone I was supposed to enjoy anything with. Matthew was Scott's best friend.

But I know this version of me is learning something essential: Love isn’t proven by proximity. It’s proven by what you do with the distance.

The chirping of the birds and the relaxing voice of the wind and the soothing vision of the orange colour melted her. An image of Jungkun poured into her mind and light tears ran down her closed eyelids. She whimpered, 'Kuk, what did you do this for? I love you from the bottom of my heart'. She felt a foamy lump in her throat while smelling memories. All of a sudden she heard his voice in her head, 'I love you always, forgive me. I'll do anything to please you. I beg you, stay with me. I'm yours!!

I never imagined it would end up here. "We've been talking for a while and I still don't know your name, sweetie" His voice pulls me out of my ponderings, and I blink a couple of times to wake up and get back to the real world. I don't like other people calling me a sweetie or any other nickname; I just like it when he does it, when he did it.

But you know what is funny, I don't want to hate you, because it burns me to my very core, not letting me sleep at night and I don't freaking want you to have that power over me. I want you to be my nothing, because that is what I was to you, hating you means giving you way too much importance and you aren't fucking deserving of it. .......................................................... #Day 33 I need to remind myself every now and then, that the person I was in love with doesn't exist, he was just in my imaginations. You can't be in love with an imagination, right? It hurts like a bitch to think that the person I was in love with never even existed.