Love Again Book Novels & Stories

If anyone could melt and soften someone’s heart no matter how cold or bad that person might be and no matter what sexuality that is,it will definitely melt and soften that person’s heart. What about yours? Have you melt and someone’s heart? Or are you the one who gets melt and soften his/her heart by someone? Read and support my first BL story:Loving Rain!

I say pulling her into my arms kissing her forehead. We lying down is a peaceful silence as we embrace one another after this long day. A silent promise that we will love one another through everything even if we at our weakest. The we have spent getting to know each other felt so fast , as if our body and soul knew each other from a previous life. I couldn't ask for any other life than this right here. "I love you ma, and I'm ready to build our legacy together" I say bringing her lips to mine, kissing her deeply as I promise my loyalty to her. With that we fall asleep within each other's embrace

I muttered trying to catch my already fading breath slowly. "It was a Friday evening, I went out to get whisky ..." Before I could finish, her hand smacked my face. The sting of my Mother in law slap left me stunned, for a second I couldn't move my face as it came as a surprise to me. "What a rollercoaster of emotions," I whispered to myself. Was this the same woman who went shopping for her grandchild? Is this what love is? Is this the kind of love my child is going to experience from now on?

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

It was better this way, face the rejection and try to get over it, and come to his own conclusions about Scarlett's s feelings or how she'd react. A smile crept up Scarlett's face as she abruptly stood up and led him to another since Nick was already asleep , once in the room she jumped on Wayne,causing him to almost loose his balance in the process. She wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms around his neck while he placed his arms securely around her waist. He was glad she was light weight, if not, they would've both fallen down. "I don't care if you don't say it first because you may have your reasons… Wayne, I love you. I love you so much and I forgive you for not telling me the

Bowie POV My eyes shot open. The water was still falling around us, steam curling through the air, and Wesley was looking at me like he had just handed me the most fragile part of himself. "Wesley." His name came out barely a whisper. "I love you, Bowie." He said it again, stronger this time, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. “I have been trying to say it for weeks. I couldn't… I didn't know how. But I love you. I'm in love with you."

She’d never believed in love at first sight until she met Nick. Buttons flew here and there when she shocked them both by ripping her shirt open to allow him easy access to her wanting breasts. A deep, lusty chuckle escaped his throat just before he lowered his lips to take her in. His mouth felt hot and moist against her flesh. It was so very different from the dry, almost irritating sensation Arthur produced whenever he fondled her in such a way. The difference between lovers was so acute, Alison couldn’t help wondering what else would be different. She longed to have him move lower with his ministrations, but hesitated in asking.

I wince and move it a few inches away before bringing it back to my ear. "Troy are you there?" She calls again and I nod like she can see me. "Yes Rachel,I'm here." I say and resume walking out of the school. My foot slightly nudges a small book on the floor and I carefully study it before bending to pick it up. The word 'Diary' is printed in a bright, colourful pink on the book and I groan. It must have fallen out of the mysterous girl's open school bag.

It’s been 4 days since I stayed with River. And every single day has been filled with so much love and happiness that it doesn’t even make sense. How could this beautiful woman make me, someone who has admittedly never been in love, feel how I’m feeling. I didn’t think something this wonderful could ever happen for me. Her smile brightens my day, her laugh makes my chest warm, her kisses make my skin tingle. And I know that as soon as she leaves I will inevitably be heartbroken. And after my heart gets broken by her, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.

Agatha whispered in my ear, her arm sliding around my waist as we paused in front of the main wall of photographers. "I love you, Agatha," I murmured back, leaning my head against her shoulder for a fraction of a second, completely unbothered by the flashing cameras capturing the intimate gesture. "I love you more," she replied softly. As we walked through the grand glass doors of the theater, leaving the cameras behind to officially watch the premiere of Love Triangle, I knew our journey through the storm was finally complete. We had fought through manipulation, heartbreak, and a literal hell just to find our way back to each other. But standing here, secure in her arms, I knew that every s