Love Beyond Time Novels & Stories

And I don't think it's a problem, everyone must be sleeping right now so we have enough time to love each other. I pulled down her kilt, opening her breast area she wasn't wearing a bra that's a good thing, and to be honest, they are looking huge than the last time we had in the shower but last time I haven't taken her completely and I won't leave a single opportunity to fuck/love her hard this time.

But i love you" He whispered as he pulled her away from him gently and removed some stands of hair from her face and smiled at her. "I do not know why i feel this odd but i know in my heart that i could never ever live without you, because i love you. When I see you, it's as if space and time become the finest point imaginable, as if time collapses into one tiny speck and explodes at light speed. It's as if my universe begins and ends with you. I could run forever, search forever, but in the end, every path leads right back to your heart and soul" Amelia's pov

“I’m so sorry Chris, I wish there was something I could do about it. I tried talking to mom this weekend but she was way too involved with Vivian to even see reason in what I had to say. The fact that Vivian is giving her her first grandchild is making her think marrying her is the best thing right now.” “You don’t have to be sorry for me Buba, I guess happiness isn’t for me. I’m not even worried about myself right now. I’m worried about Naomi. She doesn’t deserve all that she’s going through.” “Do you believe in love?” Susan asked him with a sincere look. “I don’t know what to believe again, Buba.” Buba was a random nickname he gave her when she was little. She squeezed his left hand that w

I say recalling the way I felt when he pressed his body into mine. "Yeah, this is the real deal. It took a while for you and Jay to get to the point," Nova says. "I know, it has me questioning whether I even really loved him or not. Like does love change, did I mature, what is it," I ask pouring hot water into our mugs. "It's different just like you said. You think Mekhi is your soulmate so of course this relationship is going to feel more intense than any previous one," Nova says placing the teabags in the mugs.

Loved. "I used to dream of moments like these," I confessed, "before I understood that love isn't about possession. It's about choice." His eyes—those analytical, dangerous eyes that had parsed complex global strategies—softened with an emotion that transcended any technological understanding. The day stretched before us, a canvas of possibility far removed from the quantum battles that had defined our recent existence. Just Nathan. Just Clara. Two souls who had found each other across lifetimes, beyond scientific probability, defying every calculated expectation.

The long nights I spent alone, Accompanied by your shadow that is present in the mind. We promise to wait patiently, Until the day we meet, the world will be ours. In the future, we speak with a holographic image, Touching your face through a translucent screen. But my heart remains bound in deep reality, Searching for your presence behind the floating technology. Though the times have changed the way we love, There is something irreplaceable in every gaze. I long for a real touch, not made of data, Because true love will never be touched by time. We will be a story in a book yet to be written,

The realm tried to compute love, and it failed. The failure manifested as a scream—not a sound, but a vibration in the fabric of existence itself, a harmonic disruption that propagated through every level of the realm's architecture. The sky of compressed time cracked, fissures spreading through the calcified layers of moment upon moment, revealing not darkness but light, a light that was not part of the realm's design, a light that had no source and no destination, a light that existed simply because it was the nature of love to illuminate.

I chuckled and hung up. I stayed there in silence until nightfall. Three hours left for the countdown. I packed all my luggage and bought a plane ticket for the next day. Two hours left for the countdown. I cut every photo of the two of us, leaving only myself in the album. One hour left for the countdown. I neatly placed the divorce settlement agreement on the table. I thought about leaving a note. In the end, I decided against it. Instead, I kept the words to myself. "Honey, this is the last time I'll call you that. I have secretly loved you for ten years. Loving someone for ten years is hard. In the end, I chose to let go. Congratulations to you, and congratulations to me."

The world felt suddenly, achingly, empty. (Flashback) "Cute Pa!" Eloise giggled, kissing his cheek. "My favorite fox!" he grinned. "Miss me?" "Always. Even though I saw you this morning." He tapped his beloved watch. "You’re jealous of this, aren’t you?" "Totally," she joked. "Time, Eloise," he said seriously. "Time’s the only thing that saves you when the world closes in." (Back to present) She kissed the cold back of his hand. "I love you," she whispered, each word scraping against the lump in her throat. The air felt too thin, as if the room itself was pressing down on her.

“Doesn’t look like you’ve got a firm handle on this way, though.” “Oh, it might look that way, but…” He stepped closer to her, till their chests were almost touching, their breaths mingling as they breathed heavily, “I love to play the long game, Maeve. The really long game.” Maeve felt a shiver crawl up her spine as he spoke. For a moment, she was mesmerized at how his mouth moved and shaped with every word he said. She shook her head to snap herself out of it. What was wrong with her? “I don’t care what kind of games you like to play, Dominic. Now, can you get out? This is the women’s room.”