Love Is In The Air Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I grimace. “A legendary tale says love is like the air we breathe and love is life. One who loves life loves love. Be patient my lord when it is time our love will bloom with no restrictions but not now the thorns are out to prick the life out of the blooming flower.” Her words sent a shiver down my spine. She didn’t need to explain what her words meant. The cryptic words explained everything, her refusal to be with me in the open, her fear even of her shadows points to one thing- Enemies. We had enemies closer in our midst existing, lurking.

Love. END

Matteo explained lifting himself up from the couch throwing his arms around letting out a loud sight. “You know our dear brother doesn't know how to express love Matteo. This is his weird way of making sure that she is the one and then making his move. After whatever is going to happen here as we speak he is going to be fucked believe me. Aaliyah has him right where she wants him without even her realising what she is doing to him in the process.” Luciano said “You know this isn’t healthy to be acting like this, it’s kind of toxic if you ask me.” Matteo said, throwing his arm over my shoulder standing in the middle of Luciano and I.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” asked Aerial looking aside at her but, the little girl Loathefiya lay back on her right shoulder without a word. She spoke inwards, “I don’t want that to happen again. This feeling……it’s kind of hurting my heart. I want them to be mine and don’t want them to leave me…… mama and uncle.” On the other side, the Aerial didn’t notice this instead she thought smiling that perhaps she must be exhausted by the long traveling they did to arrive here.

The elevator doors slide shut. Quiet returns. But it doesn’t feel empty. His scent still stays behind. I exhale slowly. Once. And only one thought refuses to leave my head. Sia. That infuriating bastard

Lia’s POV My heart felt so full it could burst. The tears welled up in my eyes, hot and heavy, blurring the soft candlelight on the rooftop table. The cool night breeze brushed against my cheeks, carrying the sweet scent of the white roses and the distant hum of the city far below. I looked at Victor and Dante, my voice shaking as the words finally came out. “I love you both so much,” I whispered, my throat tight with emotion. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Both of you. I don’t want anything else. Just this. Just us. You two are everything to me.”

But he stepped closer—too close—and his eyes didn’t waver. “I love you, Aira,” he said quietly. “I have for a long time. Even before the bond. I promise you… it’s you I’ll choose.” But I shouldn’t have believed the promise of a sixteen-year-old boy. Because promises are meant to be broken… and he broke his in the worst way possible. Three years later

"He's been conditioned to be obsessed with you since he was a kid! It was brainwashing, pure and simple! And everyone in your disgusting circle enabled it. They called you two soulmates—it was like he had no other choice! "But when he's with me… He regains his choices. He smiles at me. He relaxes. He doesn't have to perform!" She lowered her voice all of a sudden. Her eyes were mired with hate. "If only you'd never existed." Bella was just about to respond when she felt a breeze behind her. A handkerchief came out of nowhere and covered her mouth and nose. She struggled and tried to scream, but all she managed to do was give a muffled cry.

What was that saying – where there is family there is love? Well, right now, Dominic was not feeling a lot of love towards his family. He was seated on the couch, fuming inwardly. Across him was his father and mother and at the other side of the room was his step-sister, Noelle. He and Noelle had arrived about ten minutes ago to find his parents waiting outside his home for him. The atmosphere was tense and uncomfortable, and Noelle shuffled around on her feet, itching for someone to break the silence, while Dominic glared at his parents, especially his father.

She slowly began to read the poem aloud, her voice trembling slightly as she did, [In yon chamber, by passion's sweetest grace, Where love's birds upon quilts find their rightful place, A tale of ardent longing doth now unfold, In poses of desire, their story's told. Her skin doth glow with allure's gentle grace, While his manhood doth share secrets, none can trace. In stolen moments of fervent, fervid delight, Her tongue, like a parrot, seeks desire's height...] Madelyn's voice created a soft melody that reached deep into Zach's heart. As she read, she couldn't help but be embarrassed at the sound of Zach's heavy breathing on the other end of the line. She wished she could cover her ears an