Jungkook Love Novels & Stories

She was just content seeing Mingchan alive and staying with her. Mingchan then let go of the hug and then grabbed Jennie’s both arms. He looked at her eyes seriously. “I love you, Mukgu. Promise, I will never do that again.” Mingchan said wholeheartedly. Mukgu nodded and smiled at him, locking eyes with Mingchan. “I love you too, Mingchan.” Mukgu replied.

I love her She is my lover I love him, he is my lover That girl is not my life That girl is not my life His face is in his eyes His watch is in the words I am the way That is the destination Get it now In these beats he is very active He is my soul, he is my soul In China, that thirst is mine I am thirsty for China That girl is not my life That girl is not my life It smells like perfume How heartbroken he is My breath my heartbeat That is my madness It is a season of restlessness That's why I want the season I am aware of it She is mine That girl is not my life That girl is not my life Slowly holding her, he came into the middle of the lounge and her right hand turned on his shoulder, holdin

I held onto him for dear life, wishing we could stay this way forever. His movements were slow and steady as his hand reached for my neck. He gently pulled me up, laid his forehead against mine as he continued to move in and out of me. It’s muggy, steamy, sultry as I ran my hands through his hair, over his shoulders, down his back. “I love you,” he said, his deep eyes blazing into mine. “I really love you Yoo-Mi. So much more than you’ll ever know.” “I love you too Jeonghan,” I smiled before kissing him.

“Win-” “Ah...hah just one date and We can pretend that it never happen if you think that you won't be able to like me. I know we had lots of sex and acting clingy is never part of it but...I just love you” My speech ended with a lone tear eascaping my eyes because let's be honest, I’m so scare of getting rejected after pouring my heart out.

Karo and held his hand. "Ian doesn't tell me you love me now. " "Jeez shut up! Do you love me? What do you like about me? Favorite? " "HMP your body. I like it. " TSK. He is a perv. "Plus your face and your eyes. I love them. " "Since when you realized you love me? "

All I did was assure him that we were in love, and he loved me sincerely. My graduation came, but James was not available. Two days before graduation, his father encountered a problem abroad, and he had to go help. “There is something I want to tell you.” I wanted to work on my laptop when he came to me in the dining room. In the last few months, we have started living together. “What is it, Hun?” I asked him back, looking at his serious expression and troubled look. I stood from the chair and had him sit on it before sitting in his lab. I got accustomed to sitting on his lap. It was a norm. He loved it when I did that.

The Connel from Vienna was gone. “I loved you,” she whispered. He met her eyes. “You know your problem? That word you keep using- ‘love’, I'm certain you don't know the meaning. You've never felt what it's like to be loved so how do you know how to love?” Tori felt shattered. “They'll escort you out.” Connel said, leaving the guest lounge. His shoulder squared like a man who had certainly cleaned the house. Tori was gone. But peace was a lie.

Jungkook said turned on his heels and started walking away. Jennie couldn't bare him seeing walking away so she ran upto him and wrapped her slender hands around his torso and burst out in tears. Jungkook body froze at her touch. As much he didn't wanted to admit he still loved her. Deeply but he won't allow his feelings to take over. him now. "Jennie leave me!" Jungkook said in warning tone "No! i...won't" She choked on her words. Jungkook had enough. If he doesn't step up now then he would melt away.

Stephie stood her ground, and this is what Jacob wanted from her. Somehow, someway, across the distance of their banter, both minds were aligned that this was their language, their chemistry, their fill and entertainment. I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you. This was the definition of their relationship. And somehow, someway, both parties were entertained with the back and forth. This was the only way they could communicate and simultaneously hide their undetermined feelings. If any. Jacob played his disinterest well. To show Stephie that her words of defiance meant nothing to shake his resolution, he approached her. This is what they both wanted anyway.

He was carrying two plastic bags that smelled like a heavenly mix of peanut sauce and toasted garlic. "I come bearing gifts," he announced, kicking the door shut behind him with a heavy thud of his heel. "Pad Thai and Spring Rolls. And I hope you like heat, because the guy at the truck said this will burn your soul." I spun the spaceship-style chair around, plastering on my best, brightest "disowned heiress" smile. "My soul is already burnt," I said lightly, my voice airy and carefree. "But my stomach is empty. You’re a lifesaver, husband."