Just Between Lovers Kdrama Novels & Stories

“We are both fine, darling.” I made a face at their cheesiness, already regretting my decision of coming over here. Even though they have been married for over 7 years now, Judy and Ryder are still very much smitten with each other like some teenagers in heat. They love each other and they are not afraid to show it either. Whenever I get together with them, I physically and mentally prepare myself for the amount of PG rated public display of attention I would get from both of them. They, however, manage to tone it down in front of their kids.

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.

Lovlyta opened her window on the second floor and shouted, "Come on, Bro Faith! So impatient, such a pervert!" Hearing her sister's loud voice, Faith reluctantly released Kasih's lips. "Lovlyta!" he exclaimed. Kasih hid behind Faith, embarrassed as her friend caught them kissing. Faith looked around to find Lovlyta, but she had closed the window, leaving Faith puzzled about her whereabouts. Faith noticed the gardeners avoiding eye contact, seemingly disturbed. "Thanks to you, Mas Faith. I feel embarrassed to face Lovlyta!" Kasih said to her fiancé.

“So you do like him.” Brian scoffed, shaking his head. “Don’t start.” “Come on. I’ve seen the way you look at him. Like he’s both the problem and the solution to your headache.” James leaned closer, lowering his voice. “You like him.” Brian’s throat worked. He stared at the spreadsheet, but the numbers blurred. His fingers stilled on the keyboard. “I don’t… like him,” he said finally, voice flat, a little too quick. “He’s my partner. A lousy one, but my partner. That’s it.”

"Always, my love." As they shared a tender kiss under the moonlit sky, Lacy and Harol turned away, giving the couple a moment of privacy. Then they heard Jarvis groan in a distant voice, and they almost laughed when Lacy and Harol saw that Jarvis was looking at his brother and his lover. They couldn't see any disgust from Jarvis', but instead, despite him groaning, he looked happy for his brother. The quiet acknowledgment of love in the midst of chaos resonated, creating a bond that transcended the challenges of their unpredictable journey.

Oliver glanced behind him, excusing himself from the conversation with the two men, "I apologize, gentlemen. Please excuse me momentarily; Since you two already know each other, feel free to talk." Now, two men remained, their presence akin to mythical dragons and tigers from Chinese lore, poised for an unspoken contest of strength. "So, Keyara was your first love?" Grey inquired, his voice low yet laced with a frigid intensity. Raising an eyebrow in response, Ares bestowed a slight, enigmatic smile. "Because we're friends, you jump to such conclusions?" "I actually wanted to punch you!" Grey hissed. "Oh, wow, I'm trembling," Ares retorted mockingly.

He said to her, "I could say the same for you." She said to him as she licked her lips. His deep voice always made her hot and even if they were trying to degrade each other, her eyes darkened and her breathing became shallow. She drew him close and kissed him. Brandon opened up and kissed her back. There was no love in the kiss. It wasn't filled with affection for each other but pure bridled lust. Just lust and nothing else. He moved his mouth to her collarbone but then, a phone rang, snapping them from the trance. He released her and Emma coughed.

The air around him felt different—like the room was dimmer, muted. We tried to keep it normal. Put on a movie. Talked a little. Laughed some. But everything felt softer, muted, like we were moving through thick water. We were both pretending not to feel the terrifying pressure surrounding us—the knowing that something final was coming, even if we never spoke the words. When we finally made love, it wasn’t wild or urgent. It was slow. Gentle. Careful.

She continued , her eyes pointing to the bathroom and back to me. “He prefers splitting time between her bed and yours, sneaking around? I know it might be adding to the thrill, but it could blow up any second and it would be your heart on the line.” My eyes shot up to look at her when she said heart and for some reason, my pulse quickened. “Don’t worry, Mila. I’m not…we are not in love with each other. It’s just sex.” I said, but it only sounded like I was trying to convince myself instead.

“Because now, it feels… real. Us.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “Real,” he whispered. “And lasting. Nothing else matters.” For the first time since the beginning of their war with enemies around every corner, secrets threatening to suffocate them, and betrayal slicing too close to the heart Lucien and Aria allowed themselves to exist purely in the moment. Not as CEO and heiress, not as strategist and ally, not as victim and avenger. But as lovers, partners, equals. And outside, the world kept spinning. But inside, in their victory and passion, they had found something greater than survival. They had found love, indestructible, fierce, and undeniable.