Liebe And Asta Novels & Stories

Lio said, sounding tired. I set my suitcase down and walked around the open basement door and into the kitchen. I tried to hide the embarrassment on my face with a smile as I went to Lio. He was sitting across from Lisette about an arm’s length away. I wasn’t surprised that Lisette knew I had been listening and decided to continue bashing me the way she did. “Whether you like it or not, Astraia is going to be my wife. It’s time to start showing her the respect she deserves.” Lisette’s mouth opened in a soundless gasp.

He lifts his head, looking into my eyes. “Great Moon goddess, what did I and Brian ever do to deserve a mate like you?” he says as he rolls over, pulling my head onto his chest and holding me close. Feeling at home, contempt, I know that this lust we feel will not last because lust never does, but for now, I savor the moment. Closing my eyes, I thought that maybe just maybe, wrapped in his arms, I could feel a small bit of the thing they call love, till I had to face the reality that it does not exist.

He had to be honest, though—it was for his sister’s publications project. "Maybe... I’m not sure yet. It felt like admiration that faded after a week." Sounded more like infatuation. "How many girlfriends have you had?" Another dumb question. "One in high school and one in college." "Do you believe that love is blind?" Definitely not! Love is about acceptance. He placed his palm on his face, realizing this questionnaire was probably just part of Ashley’s joke. She knew he hated talking about his love life. Sipping his coffee, he moved on to the next question—then nearly choked when he read it.

Ethan now clinging fists, "You think you can just take her from me? After everything, You think I will let that be?" Thomas chuckled, “but you never loved her. You always treated her like she is trash you picked from nowhere?” “That's none of your business.” “It's my business Ethan! it's my fucking business because I love so much.” Now calmly "It's too late, Ethan. Your little game of power has boomeranged. Elah will be mine, and there is nothing you can do about it."

A man stood close behind her, his hand firmly gripping her waist. The scene was set in the seaside villa that Theodore had gifted her, their figures intimately entwined under the soft glow of the night. Someone had commented beneath the post: [I can’t stand you two being this lovey-dovey all the time! Just get married already!] Emily had responded with a shy-face emoji. I had just liked the post when Theodore, who I had failed to reach all night, blew up my phone with calls. "Are you out of your mind, Camilla? Emi and I grew up together! If we wanted to be together, we would’ve done so long ago! Why are you being so petty?"

"Oh, everything! K-pop, Afrobeats, hip-hop... I love discovering new artists." As they started chatting, Mira learned that Lisa was in her final year of secondary school, loved art, was secretly learning coding on the side, and was obsessed with _The Last of Us_ (Mira had played it — they bonded over Joel & Ellie). Mira found herself laughing easily with this bubbly stranger, feeling like they'd known each other for ages. "Hey, want to see something cool?" Lisa asked, pulling out her phone. "Sure," Mira said, leaning in.

"We're parents. That's all. Everything else was survival. Lust disguised as love." "That's a lie." "Is it? You seduced me to hurt Michael. I used you to escape. Where's the real feeling in that?" He crossed the room. Grabbed her shoulders. Made her look at him. "I loved you from the first night. Everything after was me lying to myself about it." "You loved the danger. The forbidden. Your cousin's wife. The affair felt wrong so it felt exciting. That's not love." "Then why are you still here? Why didn't you leave the moment Michael died?"