Love And Mystery Novels & Stories

My husband knows that too well. Part of that is the reason he's so mad because he knows that his wife would never be part of anything that attracted attention or the public. He knows it and has adjusted through the years. We do everything at home, I know you think it's boring. Well, everybody's love language isn't the same. The theory that makes one relationship work isn't guaranteed to make the next one work, it just involves understanding between the two couples and they are good to go. I read a book and I learned that love isn't determined in the big gestures, it's in the small ones. The sacrifices, those are the things that determine love. They are a little but unforgettable, it fuels th

With Love, The Cloud.

The circle was widening, not breaking. Later, walking home under a sky frosted with stars, Arthur took my hand. “You know, I’ve been thinking about my next book.” “Another mystery?” “No. A love story. Set right here. About a group of people who loved a place so much, they fought for it. And then, when the fighting was done, they had to learn how to just… love it. The quieter way. The harder way, maybe.” I stopped, turning to face him. The lights of our town spilled down the hill below us, a constellation to rival the one above. “I’d read that,” I said.

That she would fight. But she hadn’t. And now, she had done it again. The soft chime of the café door closing behind her felt like a gunshot, shattering the last illusion I had clung to. She still loved me. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when she looked at me, in the way her fingers had trembled when she touched me. But love wasn’t enough. Not in her world. Not when the man she was bound to was Damien Laurent.

The fact that he did this broke my heart in ways that I could not even describe and I had to bite my lower lip to control my emotions. There were only two options as to why Alejandro was being like this and it was either that he had fallen in love with someone else or, he had just fallen out of love for me and could no longer pretend. He pulled me in for a hug. “Thank you, Alice. I’ve missed you,” he muttered his obvious like and my blood boiled. A lone tear rolled down my cheek and I hated this feeling of emptiness and anger that was slowly consuming me.

I curl up in bed, my phone lighting up with a text from an unknown number: "Some people run from love. Some people run towards it. Which one are you? - H" And for the first time in my life, I don't know the answer.

Love does not just kiss me like the wind. It hits me like a storm. I can feel its raw power in my veins. When I fall in love, I fall hard. I know it can destroy me. I know it has in the past. But I still choose to hug the madness with a smile. Why? Because love is for the mad people. Intelligent people choose to compromise. Love finds you when you expect it the least. And you surrender to it without even a fight. How? Magic happens, my friend, when you meet a soul twinning with your soul. It’s about energies. It’s about a connection. It’s about the sheer power of emotions clouding your head. You feel the weakest and strongest in the same breath. And it is heaven. And yes, I did find my heave

Her hands held Kaylila's fingers tightly, as if she didn't want to let go again. "Where are we going?" Ask Kaylila. "To a place where no one will bother us. I just want to be with you. I'll do everything you want, all you want. But don't leave me. I beg you..." Please Genta again. Kaylila doesn't speak Genta's words. Usually Kaylila will soon collapse with persuasion Genta, after the quarrel occurs. But somehow this time Kaylila felt empty. No more compassion, compassion, sense of belonging, love for Genta anymore. Kaylila bit her lip. There was a bitterness that suffocated his chest. It's possible that the taste Kaylila had for Genta has disappeared.

Mrs Stones let out a small sigh, "I'm so happy he finally decided to settle down." She talked as though her husband wasn't the one who forced him in the first place. I was starting to get tired of being here and I was slowly regretting asking Duncan to leave. "There's not much to my background, Lora. I love keeping my life private if you don't mind." "Oh of course not, I don't mind one bit. it's only normal to keep a basic life private." Yep, now I was sure she was on to something. I was curious if I had met her before and I didn't remember, because these attacks seemed a little too personal.

he asked, lifting one brow, clearly unconvinced. I sighed and looked away. "Because it wouldn't work. We'd get tired of each other in a week. And I know you, Jim. You say you love me, but is it really me you love? Or the money and connections I bring with every campaign, every shoot?" His face fell, the corners of his lips twitching downward. "That's a cruel thing to say, Julliane. I really do love you, you know." "I believe you—partly," I admitted. "But your kind of love feels more like possession. Like keeping your most valuable asset close. That's not the kind of love I want. It's not the kind I deserve."