Love Lust And Life Novels & Stories

He requested using his puppy dog eyes which I couldn't deny. "I love you so much," I said kissing his cheek. "I love you too," He said hugging me tightly in his arms. This is how my life is going to be with three beautiful munchkins and my hot, handsome husband. This man here who became The Love Of My Life forever....

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my life is complete happy with these people in my life every girl wishes to have her life as a fairytale but my life is really a fairytale due to my prince due to my foolishness iam about to loose my prince but destiny made us together infact our family is right we are destined to be together so guys this is my journey of love of my life though my life has many obstacles and hurdles we made our life happy by together so you people also never leave your loving one's side ☆☆☆☆☆ THE END ☆☆☆☆☆

I kept looking at him trying to process everything. When I didn't say anything he came close to me and continued, "Jane...I love you. I really do. You are my life. You are my everything. I am really sorry." He cupped my face in his palms and looked into my eyes. All the emotions burst out and tears rolled down my eyes. "It's ok, Barry. I trust you. I love you too."I said crying. He placed a kiss on my forehead and hugged me. I hugged him too. We both were crying.

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

I didn’t even know until I saw the sheen of tears in her eyes over that piece of shit who doesn’t deserve someone as beautiful as she with that pure heart to care for them. Plus, the more she sees of the real me, the less likely she’d be to fall in love. On the heels of that thought was a strong sense of loss and a loneliness that I’d never felt before. I’d programmed myself to be present in life without really being there, even with family and those closest to me. But each moment spent with her brings a kind of longing that I cannot control. She confuses the hell out of me.

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓 ? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 🤭

Infelicitous love story. ***************

"And I would love to discuss your craft further, if you're interested." "Of course," I reply, my heart fluttering with excitement. "I'd love that." As our conversation continues, I feel a strange sensation. It's as if my heart is melting, my eyes are drawn to his moving lips, and his eyes that hold a world of their own. I'm physically present in the grand hall, surrounded by the chatter of the crowd and the soft music playing in the background. But mentally, I'm somewhere else, lost in a world of imagination.

Enough love to cover them like the stars above and last a lifetime. THE END