Is This Love Novels & Stories

ʷᵉ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉ? ~ᴵˢ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ~

Yvo says "That ain't love, Yvo. That's an obsession. There's a big difference in it. " I said "It. Is. Love. I know what I'm feeling. So please do believe me. " Yvo insisted. "I don't care if it's love or obsession for you. I don't care what you do to them, just don't ruin my plans and we're good." I said

"Mrs.Han you don't seem to understand, that woman has been his lover for a long time, and then they got married for only three months and then broke up for an unknown reason... it's hard to move on just like that..." "Mom please understand.. it is really hard for Mr.Lee... she is his childhood sweetheart also his wife for only a short time. If I'm in his situation I can just forget everything just because you say so, it is his First Love!" "Haist!! nowadays only a few people believe in those kinds of things... It is up to you if you want to continue your life and be happy or you just want to tie yourself and have a hard life and regret forever!" ALRIGHT, LET ME TELL YOU THIS.

he is pressuring her, he had enough waiting and can't bare to see Isabella went to look for an another male Just by the thought of it angered him up, "Liam, I'm a lowly person who isn't fit to be together with you, why can't you understand my situation also?" Isabella wanted them to stay as what they are now, Friend's with Benefits....if they were to be labeled it will hassle her even more "Who fucking cares?! I love you, and you love me, what's there's to reject about?!" He was desperate, he won't budge until he will get her answer that he desired

“The infrastructure.” “The future.” Each word landed like a hammer. “So to any nation considering opposition—” I leaned forward slightly. “Choose carefully.” ⸻ Silence. Heavy. Absolute. Then— I straightened. My anger cooled. Not gone. But controlled. Because beneath all of this… There was still something else. Something I hadn’t fully understood yet. Was it love? Maybe. Was it trust? Definitely. Or maybe… It was belief. Belief in what he could become.

Like he had been holding his breath until that moment. And in that kiss, I felt it how dangerous love could be when it felt that good. By the third month, we’d made a promise. No matter what life threw at us, we’d fight for each other. He gave me a ring his mother’s, silver and small. It was a secret between us, hidden beneath the sleeve of my blouse. That night, we went too far or maybe we went just far enough. I gave him everything, my virginity. Not because he asked, but because I wanted to. Because it felt right. Sacred. I remember the way his fingers trembled, how gentle he was, how he asked, “Are you sure?” more times than I could count.

"I.. I once had a man I loved and cherished so much. I could do anything just to keep the love we shared." "Okay?" "He was sick and needed money for a kidney transplant. Because of how much I loved him, I emptied my account just so I could gather up the money needed for the transplant. I took a loan from my boss to complete the money, only for me to discover that he wasn't sick and he needed the money to cater for his wife and son he hid in another state." "My God, how did you get to know?" "All thanks to Mr. Ethan, he said he knew that Vincent didn't love me but was only using me to get money."

On the day of our ninth wedding anniversary, I sat in the empty living room and summoned the system I had not contacted in ages. "System, help me submit an application. I've decided to leave this world." The cold, mechanical voice came through, and somehow it sounded comforting. "Understood, Harry. Your departure application has been received. The space-time corridor is being constructed. I will come to retrieve you in one week." I hummed quietly and stared at my phone screen. A family photo of three stared back. In the photo, I stood in the center holding an adorable little girl. A beautiful woman stood beside me, kissing my cheek.

I let out another laugh, this time laced with something colder, harsher. Sade: "You love me?" I tilted my head, crossing my arms. "You love me, Isla? Because if this is the kind of love you have, I don’t want it. You can keep that shit. The kind of love that betrays, that sneaks around behind my back, that destroys families? I don’t need it." She flinched at my words but didn’t move. Tears welled in her eyes, but I didn’t care. She could cry all she wanted. I had cried enough for the both of us.

"You are not a weakness to me, Rhea. You are my strength. You are my anchor. You are what make me human. You are what make me feel." A single tear slid down her cheek. He gently brushed it away with his thumb, his own touch unexpectedly tender. "I've never loved anyone this way before in my life," he confessed, voice low, tortured. "Not even my sister Sable. I love her, I mean. But this. this is different. This is a love that gnaws. A love that makes me want to improve. A love that makes me want to be worthy of you. Of us."