Love For Two Lives Novels & Stories

“Let them see. Let them watch how I love you. How I claim what’s mine.” She moaned, and her legs wrapped around me. And then I was inside her. We made love like animals under the moonlight—raw, aching, passionate. I kissed every inch of her, told her I loved her with every thrust, every moan, every breath. “Mine,” I whispered. “You’re mine, Lisa.” “Yes,” she cried out. “I’m yours, Vincent. I love you!” Those words made my soul explode. “I love you too,” I gasped, pounding into her harder. “So much… too much…”

The Story Begins… There was a time in the past when werewolves and witches had interceptions among each other in the same land. However, a mutual hatred had emerged from a different angle of the world as to who was the greatest. This caused a huge unsettlement yet it was not so in San Antonio, they interrelated but they did not interbreed, as it was seen as an abomination. Queen Lorelai held a candle in his hand and walked to her secret room while chanting some words. When she got there, she lightened up a mini fire which she fueled with a chicken's intestine.

Glaring at the bed, her pain increased and the way to get relief was to cause those papers that had stolen her happy moments the same pain they caused her. Picking each document, she began to shred them into pieces, spreading them all over the room. As she picked the last paper to do the same, her eyes caught sight of something that made her heart hurt even more. Instead of the normal white paper, this was a blue paper. Tears blurred her eyes as she focused on the number of digits on the paper which she ascertained was a cheque of 20 trillion dollars. “ So, Damian gave up on our love for this? So this is the price of our love?”

Or with the person you love the most? “Let’s take you home…” I felt hands lifting me up, yet my body was too painful to act. My heart was hanging on Just one vein, one string named Aurora, Aurora, I want her back in my life. I want Aurora… I’m sorry for killing Paxton’s Heathen, but I’m not sorry for killing Heathen. I guess, sins counts, that’s why true love only happens with people with heart, a rather pure heart. So, will my love be fulfilled? How many sins did I commit?

They were two hearts, beating as one, pounding out a rhythm that echoed through eternity. As they reached the pinnacle of their passion, Tom's eyes locked onto Elliana's, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity. "I love you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Elliana's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Tom's. "I love you too," she whispered back, her voice trembling with emotion. And in that moment, they knew that nothing would ever be the same again. They had crossed a threshold, entered a realm where love knew no bounds, where two souls had become one.

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents

The man takes birthdays seriously, but I love how special he makes everybody’s birthday is, not just mine or Suri’s, but also his step kids’. “Sure, anything you want, Honey.” “Because you love me?” “Because I love you, so much.” “I love you more though.” “Are you sure about that?” I raise an eyebrow. “I loved you even when you were all giddy with that gay ex-boyfriend of yours, I loved you eventhough you rejected me multiple times, of course I love you more.” “But I carry two babies for you, sacrificing my body and life to birth your seed. Isn’t that more love than anyone can imagine?”

Me: there is something wrong with you and your partners She laughed. Why shouldn't we believe in love?! But the real question is how can we still believe in love? I mean the real, sincere and genuine. All around me, people are getting divorced, making mistakes, tearing each other apart for nothing. For me, marriage is the symbol of love always. How can we still believe it? It is always difficult to talk about love without a strong spirit laughing at us. Yet he is the very essence of our life.

I looked at her grave. "I would have still accepted your decision, remember that I told you that I would always be your number one supporter. That even if the world is against you, I would be there to stand beside you, that's how much I loved you, Love." I started to get difficulty breathing as I kept sobbing, carefully caressing her grave, as if I were touching her face.

Love is complicated. TO BE CONTINUED