Love In The Novels & Stories

Value self. Amen. Your love, The Friend

Lots of love. Your writer, Kess

The end is near! Much Love. Cara

Jasmine Ito – POV The truth was simple. And that was what made it hurt the most. John was the only man I had ever truly loved. Not admired. Not respected. Not chosen out of duty. Loved. My fingers trembled as I wiped at the tears slipping down my face, but they wouldn’t stop. They came faster now, warmer, heavier—each one carrying a memory I couldn’t outrun. That night. It replayed in fragments. The way his lips found mine—not hesitant, not rushed… just certain. Like he had been waiting for that moment longer than either of us wanted to admit.

“My love!” He whispered unintentionally again the words just coming out of nowhere and just flying out of his mouth shamelessly as the elevator doors went open again, he locked his gaze in on hers with dropped jaws, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to her, she was here, very real as real as the day and night.

Does she not see he would never love her the way I do? For the first time since I have known about him, today I feel like asking Ragini to leave Nigel. Love is about accepting the person as he or she is, not changing them. Nigel is in love with what he can make of her, in love with what he can change her into. True love means not having to pretend ever. I wish she understands that. Better sooner than later. Before she loses herself in the process of being in love with him. I wish I could see her tomorrow. The Next Tri

She pointed at herself I literally have no words for her right now. I hate the fact I have no words for her right now. She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend."

I step out of the car and approach slowly, fingers tracing the engraved letters: “Olivia Kingsley, beloved daughter, wife and mother, always in our hearts.” I kneel, resting my hands on the cool stone. A bouquet of fresh lilies, her favorite, rests against the base. I had picked them up on the way here, the soft fragrance a small comfort amidst the storm in my chest.

It'll surely reveal a huge portion of my back. While I'm dressing up, I can't help but process the fact that Adam has never been in love before. Is he saying the truth? Or he's trying to make it all up? He can't be lying. I know for sure he has sincerely said that. One can never make up when it comes never being in love. If they have been. They will say the truth. It would be such a shame to lie for such a thing. It brings out a nervous piece of shake inside me knowing I have been but I totally forgot the feeling. It's not kike it would be the same with Adam. People have different ways of falling in love with it. I hate to even call it falling. I rather say I'm feeling in love.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.