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she uttered, her words imbued with a quiet resolve, "our love will always be a part of me. I'll carry it with me, even beyond this life." In that poignant moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of twilight, Larry and Sophia found solace in the profound truth that their love, a resilient force that had withstood the trials of mortality, would endure as a timeless legacy—a testament to the beauty found in the midst of adversity and the transformative power of a love that lingered even in the face of life's most inevitable conclusion.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

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I smiled as I kept thinking about the first time I met her, and I chuckled involuntarily, and just let all the recollection fills my brain and heart before I perished. It's so unhappy that we ended up like this but at the same time, I had no regret to let myself die here with her, with the sword which connected our bodies. I will never regret this moment even in heaven. This is between Love and Death, and I chose to disappear here with someone I used to loved and I used to hate. But in the end, I still fill the same way. I still felt my love for her that was only covered with anger and grief. But the most important thing was that the truth brought into this wo

I was a vampire hunter's lowest blood-slave, and the vampire noble Lucian von Karstein fell in love with me. He turned against his entire family for my sake. But there was a curse in my blood: if I let myself love him, I would die. So I had no choice but to trample on everything he felt and force us apart. That day, I threw away the family crest he treasured most. And then, in the middle of the night, after he'd fallen asleep, he came out to dig through the trash for it.

My hands gripping the side of his hips hard enough to bruise, while his hands grabbed my breast and his thumb pressed against my nipples. "Look at me," he groaned and i twisted my head around to look at him, a strained moan escaping my lips. His eyes were dark and blown wide, and he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing. "I love you," I moaned, laughing and crying at once. "I love you, Wesley. And he doesn't get to have this. He doesn't get to have any of this." "No." His voice cracked. "He doesn't. Fuck! Bowie-“

She lifts her gaze to meet mine fully. “I loved you when you were powerful. I loved you when you were uncertain. I loved you before I knew what I was.” Emotion rises sharp and fast. “And I will love you even when I must stand above you.” The words hurt. But they are honest. Silence settles again. Then Death speaks one final time. “Your fear is based on a false premise.” I look up sharply. “What premise?” “That love can be engineered.” Nova squeezes my hand. Death’s voice remains steady.

I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love. The night stretched long, and so would our happiness. Not long after, I became pregnant. When Caleb and I visited our new villa, we saw Thomas and Juliet tending flowers in the park. Their old clothes were streaked with dirt. Adrian was nearby, drunk in broad daylight, with a crying baby beside him. Under the scorching sun, their former pride had long since vanished. Seeing me, they hastily pulled on their masks and hurried away with Adrian. Their aging figures were the very picture of desolation.

My brain was spinning so hard I thought it would explode. He loved me. He was obsessed with me. He said it like I was supposed to feel something, like I was supposed to melt because he called it love, while he was killing what was inside me. How can anyone love and want death in the same breath. How can anyone call it obsession and laugh while blood pours from me. “No,” I sobbed.

She pressed a hand against her aching chest as tears spilled down her cheeks like a broken string of pearls. Back when they first fell in love, Leo had been disciplined to a fault. He used to hesitate for several seconds before even holding her hand. He said a mafia king's marriage must remain sacred. He said he wanted to save his first time for their wedding night. She remembered the way he held her that night—so carefully and reverently. His voice trembled with emotion as he whispered, "Eva, you're finally mine. I love you. I'll love you forever." And that night, she believed him. She believed that even in a world full of bloodshed and shadows, he would still be her one true light.