Love Me Less Novels & Stories

He was thinking about business interests. Little did he know, it would lead to the beginning of all the mistakes. She had missed her chance before, and now she didn't want to make a mistake and regret it for the rest of her life. "Isabella is dead. I'm Grace now." Saying this, she pushed Jackson away. Realizing that the woman in his arms was struggling, Jackson quickly let her go. The details speak for themselves. Jackson is the one who loves her most. "In my heart, you are the person I love most." Jackson still hadn't corrected his words.

"The man you were ten years ago is not the man you are now. Even if some of that part of you remained, I would understand. What Valentina was suggesting is on a whole different level. It's vile and inhumane, and you would never agree to it. I know that deep in my bones. I couldn't love you if I thought you were capable of being that kind of person." He sucks in a breath and looks at me with hope. "You love me?" he asks, searching my eyes for the truth. "You already know the answer. You said it yesterday," I say, having a hard time being direct. He pulls me in close, our faces now just inches apart. "I need to hear it to really believe it. I need to hear those three words more than I've ever

Cursor blinking. I typed: Title: THE MECHANIC'S WIFE Cheesy? Maybe. The old me would have gagged. But I wasn't writing for critics anymore. I was writing for rent. The world didn't want tragedy. They wanted a fairytale. They wanted a billionaire heiress who found salvation in a grease pit. Fine, I thought, smiling. You want a fairytale? I'll give you an addiction. I typed. The mechanical keyboard sounded like gunfire. I lost time.

“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

"You ought to." "I thought you were a different person," I said to him, and my breath was trembling. "But you are no different from them, maybe even worse." His smile turned disgusting and was replaced by a quick but furious look. "Be careful with your words, Lessie." No, I replied sharply. "I will never be careful. You can’t force me to marry you, I don’t even love you." There was something new burning in his eyes, a mixture of anger, bitterness, and rawness. "Love is not the source of empires," he mocked. "Power is. And I will possess both."

One tear slid down my face as I blinked blankly at the message. Nothing hurt more than losing someone you loved over what felt like the smallest argument. Something that shouldn't have escalated. Something that could’ve been talked through. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, even though the tears kept threatening to fall again. I thumbed my phone. Sharon: "I'm so sorry, baby. I shouldn't have behaved that way with your family. I'll do better next time. I love you and value everyone you love." I hit send. My heart jumped into my throat as I stared at the screen.

“But I’m not drowning in it. I can breathe around you.” Hurt flashed across his face before he could stop it. “So you love me… less,” he said. “No,” I said firmly. “I love you… differently. Less like a seizure. It's more like a choice.” He stared at me. “That supposed to make me feel better?” he asked, half‑laughing, half‑breaking.

“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

It came directly from his heart. This is what I wanted for him right? For Mr Reid to help so he could be free and I'll end up with Mason. But why does it feel so wrong? Why am I having a choked feeling deep inside? Someone turned on the mini stereo in the room locked away by R.City began blasting through. If I got locked away, And we lost it all today, Tell me honestly. Would you still love me the same? If I showed you my flaws, And if I couldn't be strong,

"I told you: I won't love you any le-" I stopped as I was suddenly seized with the sense that I was about to make a huge mistake. I remembered what Sam had said to me the last time I'd said those words, complaining that I wasn't listening. But I was listening now, and I realized that last night I'd gotten everything backwards. So instead, I tilted her face to look up at me and stated evenly, "Deep-throating me isn't going to make me love you more. I don't need you to do something like that... or even have sex with me... to try and make me think of you as 'my favorite'. You can't buy my love with a blowjob. I care a great deal about you and I'd never want to hurt you. I also don't want to lea