Romans & histoires Lesbian Romantic Love Story

I tried holding myself back from approaching her so I wouldn't anger her further, but the last bit of that restraint shattered when I saw Liam trying to kiss her this night. > Yas was still staring at me. Her arms crossed tight over her chest, her knuckles turning white where she gripped her own elbows. She looked smaller than I remembered and the shadows under her eyes told me she hadn't been sleeping well either. "Say it again," she finally whispered. I stepped closer, slowly and carefully, making sure I don’t ruin this moment. "I love you, Yas." My voice cracked on her name… "I have been trying to tell you for days. I have been losing my mind trying to get you to just… just look at me, ju

The boy she wanted nothing to do with two months ago. The same boy that was rumoured to change girlfriend like he changed clothes. Quinnel found out it was pure jealousy that made him angry. Which only confirmed one thing. No, he didn't like Jake but he was slowly falling for the girl beside him. He turned his head to look at her right when she did the same. Both held gazes as they felt it was the right thing to do. Their heart thumped against their ribcage as they moved closer. It was like their bodies had a mind of its own or their bodies were magnets and suddenly their lips brushed each other before Quinnel pulled her closer and like that, their lips danced together.

It was late at night when Jonathan and Diana got out of the Gaddi. In silence, the two walked back to the hospital. The street was deserted and it seemed natural that they walked arm in arm and slowly. The night was beautiful and pleasant and so they could appreciate it better. In fact, that night seemed made for love. Jonathan's nearness began to exert a strange attraction on Diana... who wanted to get closer but steadfastly resisted. However, as they walked, his arm brushing against hers, their bodies very close, the desire increased and a climate was created between them that suddenly, out of the blue, he stopped and tightened Diana in his arms. With unexpected tenderness, he began to kis

He said, and this only added to Alice's confusion of why he could say those words so easily to a stranger. Devon reached for her fingers, which she was fiddling and intertwined hers with his. Alice couldn’t help but bite her lips as her heart hammered in her chest. The tingling feeling she always felt when they touched was increasing. “We Lycan have only one person they love throughout their life. That person is called their mate”

It was like a ballad, beautiful, painful and sexy at the same time. “Lea,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I love you so much. I can’t lose you again.” I knew how vulnerable she was in that moment. I had to seize the opportunity. She looked into my eyes, her own splashing with tears. “I love you too, Jake. I never stopped. Even when everything was falling apart, you were always in my heart.” I kissed her deeply, pouring all my love, regret, and hope into that kiss. Our bodies moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm, each movement filled with a tender, aching need.

I took a screenshot of that moment from that beloved on my mobile. My enemy is sleeping with the last love of my life. I still remember when I first saw Ahana, my enemy, at that time I felt something for her but after knowing her truth I hated her. Well, I also remember that moment when I took Aarzoo in my arms for the first time, the Last love of my life.

"A love that defied the odds and forged a bond strong enough to withstand even the darkest of times." As they continued to explore the contents of the box, they uncovered a series of scrolls intricately bound with silken threads, each one bearing witness to the love story that had transcended centuries of hatred and prejudice. With bated breath, they unrolled the scrolls, their eyes scanning the handwritten passages that recounted the trials and tribulations faced by Draven and Lysandra, the star-crossed lovers who had dared to defy the norms of their time.

Cheers and applause accompanied the sweet kiss from the husband and wife who rekindled their love. Arren and Leon, a forced couple, had become an inseparable pair. No one knew that love could overcome hatred and trauma. Arren and Leon had proven that love was not something easily obtained but fought for. Their love story inspired the guests that two individuals with different backgrounds and personalities could be together in one bond: marriage. Madam Rossie shed endless tears. The old woman became one of the witnesses, witnessing how Arren and Leon fought for and maintained their love nest to this point.

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

she said chuckling while standing a few feet away from me. “In what way did I offend you for you to abduct me and my Mom,” I asked again, hoping she would really divulge everything to me so that I could pass on all the information through mind linking to Alpha Eleo. “Well, let us put it like this. I am a woman who is loving another woman, but that woman loves more your newly wedded husband,” mysteriously she said. She then paused for a while looking at me with an evil smile. I was at first confused then realization hit me. The woman was a lesbian and she was loving a woman who loved my husband more. It was like a puzzle that suddenly my mind could understand now. The only woman I know that l