Innicent Love Novels & Stories

Teacher Jayne told me that infatuation and love were different. Infatuation was an instant desire; one set of glands calling out to another, while love was a friendship that had caught fire. It takes root and grows one day at a time. Infatuation was marked by a feeling of insecurity. Someone was excited and eager but not genuinely happy. There were nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about her, and I would just as soon not examine them too closely because it might spoil my dream.

“I mean, you’re not going to just… accept it, are you?” “No, of course not.” I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the stale air saturated with smoke; it made me dizzy as the scents of beer, whisky, and sweat scratched my nose. “She’s…” I sighed. “She’s my Gina.” There was no better way to say it. “You could never give up on the woman you love, could you?”

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Even though no words was express they both knew that they care for each other. "I still have time. We can still you know?" But Nicole fake innocence. "What?" "Don't you play innocent on me you're a tease Nicole Hewitt." They run around the room like newly wedded couple. When Tristan got hold of Nicole he rain kisses on the pulse point on her neck to tickle her, until they got serious on their love making. "How I love you Nikki I never wondered that love goes beyond having sex. " Nicole look at him bewildered.

However, his lips did not touch mine. When my eyes opened, Nic's face was just inches away from mine. His gaze fixed on my lips. "We can't," he whispered seriously, shattering my heart. "Not like this. Not here." I felt embarrassed as I drew away, tears blazing behind my eyes and ready to spill over. Nic gently lifted my chin to look at him. His blue eyes were tender and warm. "I never claimed it could not be done inside..." ****

I sit with her until the awkwardness that came through the window, through the thin cracks between the louvres, picks its luggage up and leaves, by the exact same window. * Love is God-made cocaine, with no side effects—Amanda

He said, cupping her face,”I love you so much, my innocent wife. “I love you too, my perfect husband.” She said hugging him.

“Why did you fight with me? You know just because of you I cried… I cried for you and for your words. Do you take me for a joke? Is it fun to play with my feelings? I took you for a friend and you blamed me to not treat you well. It hurts, okay… I am a human too and I do have feelings. I am trying to accept you. I want to love you too as you do to me. I know you have accepted me, but it is hard for me… I think I like you and I am ready but can’t wee take mini-steps?” Her each word was like a sharp knife pricking his heart. His heart was bleeding. Right now he just wanted to kill himself for this foolish idea. He instantly hugged her tight to his chest as he explained, “I know you are a human

Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part; Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love’s latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes,

I asked hesitantly as he rose from his chair and rounded the counter till he was in front of me. "I love you," he announced and my heart leaped within me. "Oh Nic, I love you too. So much," tears pricked the back of my eyes as his lips slowly met mine and this kiss was different from all the others. It was slow and precise, it held promises and I instantly knew Nic was trying to show me just how much he cared about me. He was trying to pour all his love into the kiss and I reciprocated, kissing him with all I had.