Ketulusan Cinta Novels & Stories

"Why do you say that? Do you want to hurt me? But you haven't succeeded! I love you. I've always loved you. And I don't care what you are, what your past is. I just love your existence. I just love what you are, I love you for being born into this world." Celeste lowered her eyes down and clenched her hands in her fists and said, "I've seen too much death and too much suffering. My soul is black and there is no room in it for love. My heart has long been destroyed. Do you want to love someone like me?" Still on his knees, he bent even lower and looking at her little feet, which were in old shoes, said, "Both in darkness and in daylight, among evil and good, among the living and dead, I love

She stood beside him, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "I know the ache you feel, Tyler," Kamala said, her voice laced with empathy. "Love has a way of burrowing deep within us, leaving an indelible mark. It's both a blessing and a curse." Tyler turned to face her, his eyes reflecting the depths of his sorrow. "She promised me forever," he whispered, his voice tinged with desperation. "And now she's gone. I can't bear this emptiness." Kamala placed a hand on Tyler's shoulder, offering silent comfort. "Sometimes, love takes unexpected paths," she replied gently. "People change, circumstances shift, and promises are tested. It's in those moments that we must find the strength to heal and carry o

KitKat sarcastically, also a little ridiculous. "Ban, what is love?" "Love in my eyes, which is to let the other side understand me, is also a kind of indescribable tenderness, isn't it? Deeply imprinted on the heart and into the bones and marrow, even without saying a word, even if it's thousands of trees away from me? So, hearts are still together, never apart."

When they both were left alone . D:- Love , you wanted to talk ? T:- Do you really love me Mr Blackwell ( he was taken aback by the question as this was the first time she dare to maintain a eye contact and her eyes held rage ) D:- Yes Tanya I love you . T:- (laughing bitterly ) oh really !? Mr Blackwell .I don't have any past experience in this type of thing. But your love is not love it's a obsession your list , your own needs nothing else . Love is not what you call and interpret . Love is a pure feeling in which you are ready to do anything for your partner. In love you gave wings to your partners dreams and help them fly in the endless sky . On the contrary you have cut down my wings

Don't get me wrong but there are a number of men out there who matches your status and are dying to have you so why did you choose me ? Tisha : Because it is you that I want . Besides my late husband , have never being attracted to any man till l met you . I know this is a lot for you because of the age difference and stuff but please give me this chance and you will see that my intentions are pure , I mean no harm Me : What happens when I fall in love with someone else and wanna settle down ?

“So it’s cursed, then.” He snorted. “Cursed with sweetness, maybe.” I let the silence settle between us again. It was never awkward with Cayden. Just peaceful. Gentle. Like I could breathe. “Cay,” I said softly, tracing the rim of the porcelain cup. “Do you think it’s possible to love someone and still ruin them?” His hands stilled, halfway through wiping his glasses. His gaze drifted to me, sharp but kind. “Only if the one doing the loving doesn’t know the difference between possession and devotion.”

Firelight danced golden‑orange over damp walls, painting soft shadows. We gave ourselves freely again and again each time slower, surer, more tender. Penetration felt familiar and sweet now, like coming home inside each other. Hands knew exactly where to rest; lips knew exactly how to breathe together. “Love is not only feeling,” Kael said softly while tracing my side in dim light. “It is also knowing completely and without hiding.” “Yes,” I agreed resting head against his chest listening steady heartbeat. “Now I know you as well as I know myself.”

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

I silence her with a tender kiss, understanding that her need for love and reassurance is profound. After a few minutes only, our clothes scatter on the floor and the room fills with our moans and groans. As we connect intimately, Alice’s pleas for help and the painful memories she carries are no longer the focus of her mind. Our naked bodies pressing against each other under the white sheet; it is a moment of pure bliss for both of us. True love, without a hint of lust, shines through as we make love to each other, offering comfort and healing. Love indeed has the power to overcome pain and conquer any darkness.

Emerald, who was looking at the clouds, cocked her head to look at him. "No," she shook her head. "Why are you so silent?" "It's because I have nothing to talk to you about," Emerald answered with a smile. "Let's talk about us," Clayton smiled at her. Emerald lowered her gaze and looked at her hands resting on her lap. "There's no more us," she replied and that left a bitter taste in her. "Find a woman who would love you and accept you." Clayton felt a stabbing pain in his chest as regret filled his heart.