Lap Of Love Novels & Stories

“I love you.” She closed her eyes tightly and she felt a tear drop down the side of her face. She knew when she opened her eyes what would happen. Slowly, she opened her eyes and he wasn’t there. His emerald green eyes weren’t staring down at her with love and adoration and her tears began to fall faster. Of course he wouldn’t be there, they broke up two years ago the only thing she had left of him was her memory of him.

I said while rubbing his arm in a back-and-forth motion. "Hope you slept well?" "Yes, I did." I answered, resting my head on his chest. "It's today." He smiled and started stroking my cheek. "Yeah. We've waited for this day for so long. I can't wait to be your Luna." "You have no idea how long I've wanted you to say that. I love you,, baby." "I love you too Theo." I gave him a lingering kiss on the lips and he deepened it. Our lips move in syn as I struggled for control. He pulled out barely from my face.

There was only one thought in their minds right now: The boy will die! "What's that? Is the lover arguing?" "Do you make a movie?" "I wish I could hug that silver-haired man too! He's so handsome!" "In broad daylight, hugging each other like that? It's overdone!" The passerby constantly whispered, whoever passed could not help but look at the two at least once.

" Shawn grinned and pushed the album back toward me. Waiting. Expecting. I looked down at the photos. Slowly, I raised my hand. 'What he thinks doesn't matter.' The words echoed in my head. My feelings didn't matter. That's why Leah could lie to me for seven years. Why she could order me to accept it. Why she never cared whether it hurt. In her eyes, she'd always been above me. And I'd never really had a choice. Shawn went to change clothes. I sat on the couch and watched the shoot. Leah kissed his forehead while he smiled at the camera. She lifted his hand and proudly showed off their wedding rings.

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

Before I knew it, he pulled me close and cupped my face in his hands, looking at me intensely. "I hate these auctions, but fate brought me here, and I can see clearly why," he said, his eyes drifting to my lips. I did not want to, but my body betrayed me, and I found myself quivering under his touch. With my heart beating out of control, I unknowingly licked my lips as Leo moved closer, so close that his lips were only a few inches away. I blinked nervously in anticipation of his next move. Suddenly, a loud bang echoed, followed by several gunshots and the screams of many.

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.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

"Is that so? is that what you really want? he asked, tickling her rib cage. Allen caressed down the middle of her back, over her hip, then he touched inside her. She held him closer, melting in his arms as pleasure surged through her body. Then she arched her back, moaning gently. He stood up, putting Doloris to lay on her back. With one stride, he was inside of her. They were wrapped together and their world ignited. Allen felt Doloris tremble. "Did I hurt you? he asked softly. "No, you didn't" She replied, smiling.

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