Is Love Fleeting Novels & Stories

“What about you go find someone, Missy? Leave me alone, I thought I already cleared it up that I’m not going to kiss someone and get married.” “Tut, that’s not how love works, Valentine,” Sofie remarked. “Love is a great interest to someone or something that you can’t even let go of. Despite of its flaws, you’ll wonder why you’re even in love. What mattered most is that you want to live forever with that person.”

Fleur was awakened by the sunlight coming through the glass windows and walls of her room. She has forgotten to close the blinds before she fell asleep. She slowly opened her eyes and a smile form in her lips as she remembers the dream she had. As an Immortal, they can go on for days without sleeping but they do sleep when they want to. Knowing how last night went, she just wanted to escape and let herself linger in the dream world and she has had many vivid dreams in her lifetime but this is peculiar in every way for her. She has never dreamt as evocative as she did and never with a mortal. It was so pure and true. She is a stranger to this feeling tugging at her heart. She never really bel

I'll be taking my time, spending my life Falling deeper in love with you So tell me that you love me too/ My heart pounded that I couldn't hear anything but the beat of my heart. Khai just keeps on singing while remains looking at my eyes. What is this? Why my heart is beating so fast? Could it be... I'm in love with him? ~*~ /In the summer, as the lilacs bloom Love flows deeper than the river Every moment that I spend with you We were sat upon our best friend's roof I had both of my arms around you

"We tend to speak of love as though it is static, when those of us who know it best realize that love is a little bit like water in a fast-moving stream-constantly changing and carving out new banks. I bet you'd agree that your feelings for Angela when you first met as high school freshmen were completely different than your love for her by the time you got married. And then again by the time she died. Love must continue to find new dimensions, or it becomes stale." "Yeah, I guess I can see that." I remembered the thrill of new love, of how I'd felt when Ang and I had first started dating. The first time she kissed me. The first time we went all the way, both of us virgins, both of us certai

For the first time, I felt the fragility of this newfound happiness. The garden around me seemed suddenly quieter, almost expectant. Leaves rustled softly, the faint scent of blooming lilacs weaving through the air, and I realized I was holding my breath. My fingers itched to reach for her again, to tug her back before she vanished into the demands of duty. But I stayed, knowing that sometimes love isn’t about immediate action—it’s about patience, presence, and trust.

It only had three slightly hurried words: "I'm fine." He just didn't want her to worry. And she hardly dared to inquire anything about him. She could only believe that he was indeed fine, that he must be doing better than her. Perhaps a butterfly can never fly across the vast sea, but it's the existence of the sea that makes its journey beautiful. And love is moving precisely because it exists, unforgettable, hard to let go, hard to leave behind— Author's Note："Dream Theater - Handprints," a new thing trends among young couples

Lysandra, her gaze lingering on Sasha and Alec, replied with a soft sigh, "Makes you envious, more like. Such a connection, especially now, is rare." Nebula, her voice echoing a million stars, remarked, "In the vast tapestry of the universe, love is the golden thread that makes everything else meaningful. It's a force even the cosmos can't ignore." Maris, her eyes twinkling like deep-sea treasures, added, "Love is like water, it finds its way, even in the most arid landscapes, bringing life and hope." Alec, drawing Sasha into a more secluded part of the Haven, whispered, "Every second feels like an eternity when I'm not with you. But these stolen moments? They're like fleeting comets, brilli

I stay silent and let him continue. "Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love it. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body."

This one was slow, tender, full of affection—not lust. For a fleeting moment, our love felt like an escape, a brief oasis from everything that awaited us outside. The calm after the storm of our passion left us unsteady, unsure of how we’d face the turbulence of reality. To be continued…

I whispered as I stroked her head. “ I'm also happy that we ended like this, Ylisha I, thank God I found you," and kissed her forehead. And that's how our relationship began. -Love can really change someone, though it's too complicated sometimes. We felt jealousy, we felt discomfort, our hearts even sinks in different ways. But there's nothing worth the pain and jealousy when the one you love felt the same way as you are.-