Love And Other 4 Letter Words Novels & Stories

He read the caption "YOU DON'T CHOOSE YOUR FAMILY . THEY ARE GODS GIFT TO YOU, AS YOU ARE TO THEM " "come home son , i love you Happy birthday to you my dear " His hand clinch at the side of portrait stood up and bang the portrait in his wall , the pieces of the portrait shattered on floor . "LOVE !! LOVE BULLSHIT WITH YOUR LOVE !!" He shouted before going in for a relax warm shower. He came out from the shower wrapping a towel on his waist ,shaking his head to dry of his hair , showing off his super muscular body with six pack abs. .

But, and do I dare to say this, who abandoned her for years and let her think that he was dead. “I love you, princess. And love, those four letters that are supposed to define a feeling in one word, is not enough on its own to tell you what I feel deep in my soul for you. There are so many other words that shall define our relationship in the months to come, but please let regret not be one of them."

He choked. "Then why do you feel odd when I show my love towards you? Why can't you believe that I love you too in the same way? All this question of who deserves what... it doesn't make any sense. When we love someone, we love them with all their flaws and all their virtues. Please don't say such things again." Damini looked away from him and sucked on her lower lip, trying to control her tears.

Lizzy I have never been this happy for as long as I can remember, the four-letter word “LOVE” doesn’t scare me anymore, in fact it brings a sense of freedom now because I know that the man who captured my heart will never let anything or anyone break it. I know I’ll always be safe as long as I’m in his arms, I know I’ll always trust him more than I trust myself and I know I’ll always love him even if things might not work out in the future, which I think is highly doubtful.

I believe in love, because it exists, I may not have experienced it yet, but I am not looking for it, I let it find me and maybe it will make me a new person. We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it.

I was breathless, he always got me there. The moonlight spilled into the room and was our only way of seeing anything. The dim light was comforting and made every unexpected touch intensify. I loved the feeling of him being close to me. His words rather whispers made me feel things I never felt before. Everything about him is unique and special, I love him and I will always do. Spending time with him is all I want, I pulled him closer to me, and as he pressed my naked body, I smiled and kissed him, he opened his mouth to make the kiss, even more, deeper, as his tongue played with mine, I moaned with satisfaction.

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓 ? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 🤭

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

I took a large gulp of my drink and looked at my sister and my husband sitting in front of me. “What is love but a four letter word to describe a deep attraction to someone else on a level that far surpasses the physical plane. Love can be used to describe your feelings towards another person: whether it’s intimate love, brotherly love, sisterly love, parental love, or friendly love.” I said calmly as I took another drink of my whisky. Victoria smiled widely as she attempted to hold Ace's hand on the table, causing him to smack her hand and pull away. “My darling sister,” I said sarcastically as I locked eyes with her. My husband started smirking, knowing what was about to come.

Camellia blinked, disbelief twisting her face. “What?” “She’s been sending money every month,” Amy continued. “Not because she wanted to spy or interfere, but because she felt guilty. She told me she just wanted you to be okay.” Camellia’s knees weakened. She sank slowly onto the edge of the bed, shaking her head in disbelief. “So all this time, I’ve been living off my sister’s pity?” “It wasn’t pity,” Amy said, voice trembling. “It was love, Cami.” “Love?” Camellia laughed bitterly. “Lucia doesn’t know what that word means. If she did, she wouldn’t have turned her back on me when I needed her most!”