Innicent Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sky said. “No sister, he really loves you, even I am the witness of the ocean of his love for you in his eyes, otherwise who married to a mentally abnormal girl out of humanity? Who can dedicate his entire life to such a person, even when he doesn’t know whether his wife would ever be normal in the future or not?” Evelyn said. Sky shouts while covering her ears with both hands and squint eyes tightly not to look towards anybody. “I still can’t believe it. It was only out of humanity and nothing else, and Eve, please don’t irritate me anymore.”

“I may have…feelings… for Nicole… but even that wouldn’t make me choose her over Luna Puer Pack and November.” Jennie cupped the side of his face. She smiled kindly, understandingly. Like an older sister that she is, “You don’t have to hurt yourself… love comes in many forms. Love move in furtive ways… Love doesn’t choose… Love does not choose.” Eldric fisted his hand, “I give you my word Jennie. If I have to, I will kill Nicole myself.”

“Ashy” “Y-yes?” I asked him. “I love you” I looked into his eyes and I saw love. but what was all this about then? “But Vincent…” I whispered. “You said you--” “I know what I said and…” he got away and sighed. “I understand if you hate me--” “Shut up, Vincnet just tell me why did you say that then?” “There is something you need to know” “Tell me” “Look, do you remember, in the beginning of our relationship, there was someone who mysteriously called you and forced you to say ‘I hate you’ to me?”

KitKat sarcastically, also a little ridiculous. "Ban, what is love?" "Love in my eyes, which is to let the other side understand me, is also a kind of indescribable tenderness, isn't it? Deeply imprinted on the heart and into the bones and marrow, even without saying a word, even if it's thousands of trees away from me? So, hearts are still together, never apart."

"You don't love me. You're making lies to me. Please." "Why would I make lies to you, huh? You're the woman I love. I'm not making lies to the woman I loved, and you know that. You had seen it before. I'm always true to the woman I loved. I was fooled and betrayed before because I was true to my words. I was true about my feelings for the woman I loved. But now that you're the woman I love, I would be true to my words again because I know that you love me too. I trusted you, Casey. I trusted my feelings for you. I trusted you because I love you. You won't betray me. You won't cheat on me and you won't leave me because you can't. You're still in love with me, Casey. I can see it in your eyes.

she whispered, her voice a gentle melody, "your grandmother's garden has always been a sanctuary. Let it cradle your pain." Annabelle looked up, her eyes swollen with tears, as Nina enveloped her in a comforting embrace. Amidst the blossoms and moonlight, a mother's love became a balm for the wounds inflicted by deceit. As Annabelle poured out her heart, Nina listened with a wisdom earned through years of love and hardship. "True love forgives," Nina affirmed, her words carrying the weight of experience. "Your father and I faced our own trials, moments when trust seemed impossible. But love, Annabelle, love has the power to mend what seems broken beyond repair."

She pouted making Ace chuckle and touch her cheek. "Lia , I love you." He whispered as he kissed the top of her head. "Do you love me?" Lia blushed as she looked up and smiled. "Yes , I love you." His heart thumped as he wrapped his arms around her , their foreheads placed together. "Goodnight baby." He whispers as he cradled her small frame. "Night Bunny."

I closed my eyes and brushed my lips against hers. Love is all about becoming silly. In order to have it, you need to come out of your comfort zone and embrace it with all your heart. There would be many love stories displaying different types of love. Some remain incomplete. Some are painful. Some are filled with happiness, while others are built by destiny. But in the end, it is all about finding the intense love in each other and holding onto it.

“This… us… it’s only the beginning. You are mine, and I am yours. Always.” And in that quiet, sacred space, Ines believed him. She believed in the softness of his voice, the sincerity of his touch, the constancy of his love. She had never felt more seen, more cherished, more adored—and she knew, with a depth that went beyond words, that this was the kind of love that could withstand anything, a love that had been written for her long before she even realized it.