Love English Novels & Stories

It was now or never! "Are you in love with Lucy?" Oops, that came out wrong, Lanie thought to herself. "HA! Seriously, that's funny, Lanie" Axel loosened his hold on Lanie and started walking away. "You didn't answer the question." "What do I love, Lucy? Of course, I do. She is the sister I never had, well, until I met Ellen." Axel chuckled while laying back on the bed with his arms behind his head. "No, I know you love her but are you in love with her? Like, do you wish she were your mate instead of me?" Lanie looked down, unable to maintain eye contact.

There was only one thought in their minds right now: The boy will die! "What's that? Is the lover arguing?" "Do you make a movie?" "I wish I could hug that silver-haired man too! He's so handsome!" "In broad daylight, hugging each other like that? It's overdone!" The passerby constantly whispered, whoever passed could not help but look at the two at least once.

He took the ring from his mouth and wiped it with a tissue before going down on one knee before a stunned Akosua. "I was hoping this ring got into your mouth, that was the initial plan and then it ended up in mine." He chuckled. "Imelda, you've been there for me since the first time I met you. Doing unreasonable errands for me and my daughter. Being there when I needed you the most. You're a wonderful, selfless, loving, caring soul and I couldn't have loved you less. You made me know and understand the true definition of love when I had every reason not to do so. I'm so grateful to that. You made me know the difference between love and lust. I could go on and on. But I want to ask you one q

“Felix, you idiot.” When I woke up, my face was already streaked with tears. I had been holding onto Eugene’s hand so tightly that my nails had dug into his skin. “Sorry, I got drunk,” I muttered. Eugene was quiet for a while before he finally asked, “Who’s Felix?” I couldn’t remember the last time I had heard someone say his name. It was as if the world had chosen to forget him. “He was my love,” I replied softly.

Alice suddenly asked, "I heard that he's married dont you worry about his wife?" Hazel smirked, "His wife can confess her love I think i should do that for her" "What's the difference if you say you LIKE him or LOVE him. Why are you fussing over just a word?" 'Here you are sweetheart… your stupid man feels there is difference!' Hazel thought Hazel smiled sweetly and said, "Men have a different brain function and they think LIKE is not LOVE. If you say you LIKE him he will be happy but will feel touched and completely moved when the girl he loves uses the words I.LOVE.YOU for him."

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

I closed my eyes from the intensity of this earth shattering wave of pure, concentrated euphoria that claimed me. The only close thing that can describe what happened when we bit each other was this: Think of love as more than just a feeling, think of it as a liquid that runs through the entire body side by side with blood, moving everywhere, feeding and nourishing your entire organs and cells. This liquid form of love has only one source of power and that would be Adrian for me, while for him it would in my name. Now imagine that liquid of yours being transmitted through you during the bite over to the other person’s blood stream, and imagine him doing the same to your own.

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

Carina looked at Castor apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Castor, but I won't be thinking about marriage anymore after my divorce. I will just continue focusing and spending all my time and effort on the orphanage and the kids here. "You're still young. There will be plenty of other young women who like you. You don't have to waste any of your time on a divorcee like me." Carina left after that. However, her words only made Aster feel even more hurt. The pain felt worse than death itself. In the end, the villain who made Carina no longer believe in love or marriage was himself. He was the one who did this to her. He had hurt Carina and made her lose hope in love.

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”