Love Happens Novels & Stories

She walked to her father as the pendant of her necklace danced on her neck. Taking him by his arms they walked out the door and to the driveway, the truck did not give much hassle as it would on other days. “We will stop by the flower shop to get your mum her flowers” Emma before passing on loved orange roses, they were her favorites, David asked her out for the very first time with orange roses, and the bouquet she had at her wedding was a bunch of orange roses. David Cortez wouldn’t say the same thing about Sophia even though she and her mother loved almost the same thing.

Get my mate back? “There is a chance?” I asked, the question coming on in a breath. He nodded. “Although slow, the chance does exist. Listen to me, Nathan. Love, the most powerful force in the universe, is a journey, not a destination. It's a tapestry woven with threads of joy, sorrow, patience, and forgiveness. It's a symphony of emotions, a delicate dance of give and take. Love is not always easy. It requires effort, dedication, and a willingness to grow. It demands that we be vulnerable and that we open our hearts and minds to another person, even when it feels scary. It challenges us to confront our own fears, insecurities, and past hurts.”

It's then that I realize she has a movie paused. "What are we watching?" I ask while sipping the sweet tea I just poured. "I put on Girls Trip. I love Tiffany Haddish and I wanted to laugh after this long ass week" Imani says while pressing play. "Ooo I love this movie Queen Latifah cracks me up" Lori says while tossing a handful of popcorn in her mouth. I just nod and giggle as the movie begins.

He wanted to know what love meant to her. She thought for a moment and then answered seriously, "I think love is the attraction between two people, like a rush of hormones. It's about appreciating each other and feeling that spark." Shaun's thin lips curled slightly, and his voice dropped low and smooth. "Actually, love is just oxytocin and dopamine. When people connect, hormones kick in, making us experience what we call love—but it's really just an illusion." Halsey blinked. She had heard a lot of takes on love before, but this was the first time she heard it described as oxytocin and dopamine.

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

her. Rowan gave a soft, humorless chuckle, like he could sense my thoughts. "I know what you’re thinking," he said. "But love doesn’t always make sense, Claire. Sometimes it’s quiet, like a slow burn. Sometimes it’s wild, something that sweeps you up before you even realize it’s happening. And sometimes..." His lips pressed together, as if debating his own words. "Sometimes, love is simply finding someone who makes the loneliness disappear, even just for a little while."

"Always, my love." As they shared a tender kiss under the moonlit sky, Lacy and Harol turned away, giving the couple a moment of privacy. Then they heard Jarvis groan in a distant voice, and they almost laughed when Lacy and Harol saw that Jarvis was looking at his brother and his lover. They couldn't see any disgust from Jarvis', but instead, despite him groaning, he looked happy for his brother. The quiet acknowledgment of love in the midst of chaos resonated, creating a bond that transcended the challenges of their unpredictable journey.

Eva wiped a tear from her eye as she finally looked at Troy who seated himself in front of her across the glass table. "But what about your happiness Eva? Should you not be loving the person who loves you back?" Troy handed over a tissue to the girl and placed his palm on her hand. "Hah! Troy... I wish it was that easy. You don't love by choice but love just happens. You don't fall for a person according to your choices or convinience. Love happens, when you least expect it." Eva sighed yet again looking towards Rick, who was sitting not too far away behind's Troy's back.

Even though, she couldn’t scream out the very thing she wanted to say to him at that moment. ‘I love you, Dian’ "Dian…," she moaned. "I know." He muttered in her ears as he started to move, giving her dropping long and deep strokes. He moved like a man professing love to his woman, like he couldn’t get enough of her, like he was making love to her for the first time and the last time all at once. Each thrust was more passionate than every one he had given to her in the week. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

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.”