Love Contract Book Novels & Stories

Grandma had pointed at her and screamed, calling her a self-righteous lunatic. "You either love a child, or you don’t. Why are you hiding behind this lottery nonsense? If you don’t want Silas Vale, I’ll take him back to the countryside right now. Otherwise, throw away that damned lottery box and love both children together!" Mom had sneered back coldly. "How I love my children is none of your business. I love both of them, of course. But there will always be bias. That can’t be controlled. "That’s exactly why I bought the lottery box to truly be fair. If they want something, they rely on their own luck. Their father and I won’t interfere. If he can’t draw the long stick, that just means he’s

Loveth almost slapped her but she controlled herself as she smiled again pacing about the room trying hard to keep a smile on her hardened face . " But you have to believe me Nicholas did , Nicholas slept with a whore countless times ." Loveth sat quietly again as she picked her book pretending to read , she crossed her legs quickly too with a straight face staring at the book like Isabella wasn't there . " You absolutely can't have Nick , he is mine ." Isabella snatched the book Loveth was reading from her hands as tears fell from her eyes . Isabella threw the book from the floor as she stared at Loveth with all the fire in her .

“Forever.” Liora’s response was a soft moan, her body pressing closer to Christen’s. The mark on her skin pulsed with a life of its own, a symbol of their union. In this moment, their connection deepened, transcending the physical and delving into something far more profound. It wasn’t just lust that bound them—it was love, devotion, and the unyielding strength of their bond.

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

A crazed kind of love. “I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t told me.” She whispered, looking away for a second. “You… Your love is too pushing. It’s only physical! You… How it is, is suffocating. You do what you wish, and you have no regard for my feelings if the end result is to your liking!" “Then teach me. Teach me how to love you.” ..... With the Locked Book of Oath they had taken out from the Relic Vault, Valerie gathered all the witches under a strict order in their Training Grounds. Naturally, almost every witch and wizard attended.

The Blood Moon Flower. That rare, haunting blossom that only opened under the Blood Moon. Wrapped in legend. Linked to love, loyalty, and loss. I couldn't imagine crafting a potion about love without it. And so, “Heart’s Covenant” was born. Its core was the flower's scent... metallic, sharp, yet oddly comforting. The rest built around it. Powdered moonstone for clarity. Phoenix tears... symbolic but potent... for passion. Purified morning dew for new beginnings. Each step was careful. Precious. The black-bound grimoire Lucian had given me on Valentine’s Day sat by my elbow, open and waiting. Its pages were already filling with notes and runes. Just touching it made me feel closer to him.

Asked a lady "Me? Uhmm...yes. Books on marriage" "Which one in particular? "How to get your husband to love and touch you" "We have books related to that. You may sit over there while I get them for you" "Really? Thank you ma'am. Dear Gavin, I'm coming for you and trust me... you're gonna love me. If love fails... you won't be able to resist my body and also stay without feeling my body" "Ma'am..here are the books. I hope you'll find what you're looking for" said the lady.

“Hah! Looking at this scene! It looks so familiar!” Garrison’s cold eyes skimmed over the red roses on the wall and the candles on the table. “Zachary, do you think I haven’t read The Book of Love? Not only is the whole proposal you just made original lines found in The Book of Love, but the rose and candle setup is also taken directly from the ninth chapter of The Book of Love, which is the ‘proposal’ chapter!” Charlotte was embarrassed, and her face kept blushing and turning pale from time to time.

The Chapter-Titled Being, the thing made of every failure, loomed above her, raising its quill again. Liora clutched her blank book. Her lips trembled. And she whispered, “I loved.” The world paused. Not from force. From truth. “I loved,” she repeated, louder. “And I was loved. Once.” The sentence across her chest cracked, Hairline fractures in black fire, Ashen’s mark flared to life along her spine. And the Inkblade silent until now exploded back into her hand, summoned not by fury, but by memory. Kael’s hands. Ashen’s voice. Liolai’s breath against her neck when she slept. Liora stood. The wound still pulsed. But it no longer dictated, She held her book in one hand, her blade in the other.

Peter must be keeping Alexis busy with a bedtime story. Musing, she began lining the stones up. What had she seen in his eyes? Did he love her? One by one she recited the old saying. ‘He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.’ On the twenty-fourth stone she stopped. ‘He loves me not!’ *** rley.’ She looked up as Alexis threw her a cherry. He’d been standing there watching her. ‘Catch.’ He smiled that devastating smile at her. ‘He loves you, very much.’ His words were said slowly, and simply because he meant them.