Love Has No Bounds Novels & Stories

She looked at me, slapped hard across the face and spat on my face, "You worthless piece of shit, how dare you leave the basement when I didn't ask you?" I masked my hurt, and tried not to stutter, "B-but aunt today is d-different-" she cut me off "Yeah, today is different because thanks to you my worthless brother and bitch of a wife lost their lives thanks to you! You truly are worthless but at least you benefited me! So I am going to be kind and not starve you.... Oh who am I kidding? The word kindness doesn't exist in my dictionary! If you dare come out again than you will suffer my wrath...."

“I guess our love is just that strong.” A frown pulled at my brows. “Love?” I let out a disbelieving laugh. “He’s fucking married. He has a mate. A daughter he’s trying to sell off like property.” I looked at her in disbelief. “I don’t see how any of that supports your epic love story.” She laughed quietly. “Well, love doesn’t care about boundaries…” She leaned closer, her perfume suffocatingly sweet. “Or burdens.” My jaw tightened. God, I wanted to punch this bitch directly in the face.

Zia whimpered in her mother's embrace while embracing her tightly. "You were able to endure that pain because you know that your love loves you and it's never going to give up on you but my love…. I don't even know if I'll ever be able to love again, let alone getting loved by someone," she told her fears to her mother, turning Cia's eyes watery. Cia pulled back a bit and cupped Zia's face. She wiped her tears with her thumbs. "Let your fate decide it, my child because love isn't something which can be forced upon someone or something. Love is just a beautiful feeling which binds together not only two hearts but two souls also and it has no rules or boundaries," Cia tried to make her underst

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"Nothing can dim the love I have for you, no matter the distance between us." We spend a few more precious moments on the phone, exchanging heartfelt words and sharing the depth of our emotions. Each word, each expression of love, strengthens the bond that holds us together. As we bid each other goodbyes, a promise lingers in the air, a promise that our love will transcend the physical barriers that separate us. And with that promise in our hearts, we find solace in the knowledge that our love knows no bounds, reaching across space and time to unite two souls in an unbreakable love.

She was considering herself responsible for the pain her family was enduring, just because she fell in love with that person who was forbidden for her. Riccardo exhaled a soft sigh because he didn't believe in any of this because he didn't believe in any kind of forbidden boundaries when it came to love. For him, there was only one definition of love that….it didn't and should never have any limitations or boundaries of any right or wrong, just like his daughter's love and just like his love.

“I don't get it. Why are you so set on marrying me? I have nothing to offer you. Are you just playing with me? Do you want to keep coming up with new ways to torture me?” He looked at her and said, “Eudora, I love you. I've always loved you, and that hasn't changed in seven years.” He meant it. She scoffed, then wiped away her tears, trying to maintain some semblance of composure in front of him. “You think I'm going to believe that?” she asked. Ryan knew that after everything he'd done, his words of love sounded pretty empty. Maybe time would heal everything, and she would open her heart to him again.

I narrow my eyes. Sure enough, I see the car move and then drive away. Valentino releases Sandra, his face cold. “Enough! Tell me where Sasha is! Don’t make me hate you!” He doesn’t feel anything for her! Sandra looks at him, then finally says, “Valentino, whether you hate me or not, I still love you. I love you so much that I can’t let you be with someone else. I won’t let that happen!” “Sandra!” he roars, “What do you want? You’re crazy! Just get out of here!”

Then I felt the shift of fabric over my shoulders—her cloak, warm from her body, along with my pile of clothes I had discarded when I shifted. Her hand covered mine in a steady and certain way. I looked at it, then at her face before looking away, when I didn’t pull away, she kept going. “You think grief means you’re broken,” she told me. “But it means you loved. Deeply. Truly. The kind of love this world tries to strip away because it makes you powerful.” Her words landed heavy in my chest, like she was trying to hand me something precious I didn’t know how to hold.

He'd see that I loved him. But after everything I gave… I lost my mother, my child, and my love.