Love Me Heal Me Novels & Stories

That was why they came after me and everything I loved. Fuck Richard. “I worked for this,” I continued. “I bled for this.” My fingers clenched slightly on the fork. “I suffered for every single step.” Grace watched me carefully but didn’t interrupt. “And after all that… the heavens decide to bless me with an incurable sickness.” I laughed again, but the sound had no humor in it. “And guess what?” “What, Boss?” She asked softly. “The only person who can heal me…” I leaned forward slightly. “…is my fucking wife.”

and he said as he chuckles Probably both. Val’s phone buzzes again, this time he glances at it, his expression hardening slightly before he silences it and looks back at her, We need to heal back soon. There’s someone I need you to meet. she looks up at him silently stands up and reaches over and kisses him gently in front of everyone making her claim on him clear to everyone in the room. She then walks towards the door and reaches out her hand and says then let’s do this and smirks at him with a knowing gaze. Every head in the coffee shop turns. The kiss-public, deliberate, unmistakable-sends a message through the room like electricity. Val’s hand comes up to cup her jaw, deepening it for j

"I messed up. I ruined my life. It's a new day but the same b ullshit. I am forever trap in the past. I can't even remember how many times I got in jail just because of my crazy pranks. I even learned how to smoke and drink harder. Fight like a fucking wild animal. Everything is ruined even my relationship with my parents. I am even calling my Dad old man. Kenzo, I cannot bring back the old Kylie that everybody used to love. She's gone, long gone." "Baby, I am not asking you to bring back your old self. What I am trying to ask you is move on.. move on from the past. Don't trap yourself there. I am here for you no matter what happens and what you are now it doesn't really matter and I don't

“Sleep it over, son. When you’re in the right mind, that’s the time we will have this conversation. I might be able to help. She’s a good woman. You’d be lucky to have someone like her if you wouldn’t keep on messing this up. Look, I don’t know you personally, but you seem to care about her—” “I’m in love with her. I love her so fucking much that I’d rather go to a fucking coma right now than letting her slip off my fingers for the second fucking—no third fucking time.” I even raced my hands to count. I was a fucking mess. “Yeah. You're right, I’m an asshole. A big fucking time douche, but I love her with all my senses. Can’t you believe that? Of course, you can’t, but I love her so fucking

Freya's body stiffened as she fixedly gazed at me. "Freya, as I reflect on our journey, it's apparent that we've lost too much time. Initially, I encountered you when my understanding of love was limited, and driven by selfish possessiveness, I chose you as my mate without truly cherishing it. Fortunately, the Moon God granted me a second chance to reconnect with you, seek your forgiveness, and reunite with you. However, we were cruelly separated once again due to the interference of that cursed Robert and Alex..." "Freya, there has never been a moment when I was as certain as I am now that I love you and never want to be parted from you again."

The tightness in my chest was indescribable. Of all times, why did someone like him show up when my heart had been shattered? I couldn't give him any promises. The last nine years had worn down my ability to love someone. Would I step into another relationship just to be let down again? Promises were only meaningful when there was love. I couldn't give empty promises like Tyler. Fortunately, nothing had happened between Matthias and I yet. All we shared was that kiss on the night that I was drunk.

Fiona sighed, “Maybe he's still resistant to therapy, I'm giving him some advice.” “Do you mean that there is still the possibility of healing?” Leader Dule patted her arm, "A few days ago, when I went back to my mother's house, I heard people in the village say that there is an old Oriental medicine teacher who treats diseases like a god, young people who have not given birth for a few years come to the place where he has taken the medicine and are pregnant, and there are people who have not been cured of rheumatism for many years, arthritis has also been cured, there are many people from other cities coming to see the disease, every day, there are long lines." “Is that so?” Fiona's eyes li

he replied, then started laughing at himself, hearing it. "Glad you caught how that sounded." "In my defense, I brought you here thinking you would want to write something. But seeing as we're both single, I suppose there's nothing to put on the wall." I thought about it. "We're already here. Seems a waste not to use it." Closing my eyes, I wished, quietly, just to myself, that whatever had broken in me about love would mend someday. That the pieces would fall back into place. Maybe one day I'd love someone enough to come back to this wall and write his name beside mine.

His voice, although diminished, stood out among the sounds that the air currents impelled, a song played between his lips rocking my being in his warm cooing, while those lyrics were unusual because which feelings of love and heartbreak infused in him soul. "To you who have always given me love, to you who have always infused me with tenderness, your arms have been my refuge and your hands they have been able to guide my way... To you who have always known how to love me and who next to Grandma they have been able to educate me infinite thanks I give them and although grown up nothing changed... ♫♫♫ Just stay, make me want again, look at me, make me believe again that the life even though it