Novel & Cerita Love Is Not A Number

"If you think it's not enough, I can give you more. When I get the annual dividends from the company at the end of the year, I'll give you 90% of it. That's my greatest sincerity. Think about it and be my Mrs. Smith, okay?" He was completely using the ratio Maria gave earlier, which he thought could show how sincere he was. But giving 9 billion out of 10 billion was not the same as giving 9 thousand out of 10 thousand, okay? The number 9 billion was so alluring that Maria felt her nosebleed almost spurt out. She quickly covered her nose and embarrassedly waved her other hand. "Let's not talk about money..." Charles raised an eyebrow. "But if you think that money is the measure of a man's lov

"I.. I once had a man I loved and cherished so much. I could do anything just to keep the love we shared." "Okay?" "He was sick and needed money for a kidney transplant. Because of how much I loved him, I emptied my account just so I could gather up the money needed for the transplant. I took a loan from my boss to complete the money, only for me to discover that he wasn't sick and he needed the money to cater for his wife and son he hid in another state." "My God, how did you get to know?" "All thanks to Mr. Ethan, he said he knew that Vincent didn't love me but was only using me to get money."

Adam burst in,Xavier eyes widen. "You came too" He rush towards his other grandfather. "I wouldn't miss it for the world,now let's go and eat,you must be starving" "Very"Xavier hand in hand with his two grandfather stride to the table, the kids jubilated in their own ways and bury their faces in the cakes blissfully. Boundless love is that kind of love where breaking down walls, overcoming difficulties and moving forward as a team becomes possible, it's a healthy and intelligent love, one that allows all parties involves to grow individually and see beyond the distance... it's not a physical light.

As I pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward home, I tried to focus on the road, but my mind kept drifting back to him. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, my fingers brushing against my phone in the passenger seat. Then it hit me. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t even get his number. I froze for a second, gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. How could I have been so careless? After everything that had happened, after the way the tension between us had built up, how had I not even thought to ask for it? I groaned out loud, slapping my palm against the steering wheel. This was stupid. Why was I even thinking about it? Why was I thinking about him

The Connel from Vienna was gone. “I loved you,” she whispered. He met her eyes. “You know your problem? That word you keep using- ‘love’, I'm certain you don't know the meaning. You've never felt what it's like to be loved so how do you know how to love?” Tori felt shattered. “They'll escort you out.” Connel said, leaving the guest lounge. His shoulder squared like a man who had certainly cleaned the house. Tori was gone. But peace was a lie.

"Is this what love has done to you? Turned you into... this?" His expression didn’t change, and his voice remained low. "Boss, what I’m about to say—I want you to hear it as advice from a friend, not from your assistant. Love is not a weakness, no matter how much you’ve tried to convince yourself it is. It is not something to fear or hate. It is a necessity, like food or shelter. Sure, not everyone gets to experience true love, but when you do... even if it is just for a fleeting moment, it changes everything. It gives life meaning. Peace. Fulfillment.

He is standing a bit behind me to the side. I take down the picture labeled number 1. There is something written on the back, and I read it out loud. "Please don't ever take it lightly whenever I tell you that I love you. Because I know that one day, it might seem like a routine. I know that there will be days when you don't want to hear it. And you might have your moments when you even refuse to believe it. But trust me, when I say that the heaviness in my heart from when I say those words to you is an indication that loving you will never be something I take lightly."

“That you would become so obsessed with me that you do not realize I am standing right in front of you! Was my face all you knew? What the heck, Atlas?!” “Bella—” “Darn it, just shut, Chewy! I’d rather you not speak if you are not going to say my name” I choked on my tears, “Do you even love me?” “What…” Atlas’ jaw hung loose. “Because love is trust, love is recognition. Love doesn’t ask for proof or to be chased after. Love isn’t being constantly put on trial. I just want to be happy, but it seems like you are an equation that will never fit!”

He started laughing, and I ended up laughing too. “That’s what it’s about, Jorel… you’ll find the person.” “And how will I know it’s her?” “You’ll know! Your heart will beat faster when you look into her eyes. And you’ll feel something strange, like your blood is boiling and running down your spine… and it all goes to your dick.” “Man, that’s love at first sight! That nonsense doesn’t exist.” “Do you believe in anything? Have you ever loved something or someone?” “I believe 7 is my lucky number. And I love the sound of the ball on the roulette… and I love the croupier when he says, ‘Number 7. Red. Odd. First dozen!’”

"Don't you worry. I'll be good and stay at home," I said, looking at Martin Clark while pretending to be completely obedient. Even after hearing this, Martin still looked skeptical. He examined my face closely, trying to find a flaw. Once he saw my eyes held nothing but fixation for him, he let out a sigh of relief. He wrapped his arms around me. "Anna, you have to believe me. The person I love most in this world is you. Julia is just my secretary, and I only agreed to her birthday wish to keep her loyal to me."