Love Me Less Novels & Stories

My breathing holds in my lungs, and my world vanishes. “I love you more than that too. I love you since I learned how to love other than my family, and I didn’t realize that I love more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I was broken, too when I pushed you away, but I was so stubborn until it was already too late. I love you so much, Trinity.”

Her sharp eyes fixed on those clear and mesmerizing beady eyes. "Jase, can I say something?" "Say it, Em." "I don't know your purpose for doing all of this. I try to believe even though all of this is too beautiful to be true. However, one thing I wanna ask from you; please, try to love me. I would do anything for you, but please, do the same for me."

What I felt at that time was something I don't wish to repeat again. "Wow. That is quite a story. Steph, I know that you are still hurt by what that jerk did to you, but I promise not to put you on the same experience. I love you with all of my heart and would like to spend the rest of my days with you. This I know for sure that it is you that I love. I know you might feel uncomfortable being with me and having so many rivals since they all throw themselves at me, but I want you to know that I love you. I have never felt this way before with anyone, not even my former girlfriend.

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

Love is my weakness and I want to get rid of this weakness. Harley won't make me strong. She is not that type of woman and it will be unheard of me to say that I love her. It is just a f***ing attraction or lust or whatever it is. Not love. I can't love her. I don't have the heart to love anymore. I am sure this attraction will fade away gradually and I will barely remember how it once felt. Expelling a deep sigh, I open my eyes, motivating myself inwardly. The moment I lean forward to open my laptop and begin work again, a knock comes on the door.

’ Edward laughed at this moment. ‘Again, what do you mean by that, Edward?’ ‘Just wait, even if Nicholas forgets you, his feelings for you are hidden in his subconscious. He will never forget that bone marrow habit of his. It's fine if you don't appear in front of him, but as long as you do appear in front of him, his body will always react. When a person's love becomes a habit, even if the memory in the brain has been erased, the memory in the body is very honest.’

My entire being screams for him as if he is the only reason I'm alive right now. Since then, I've become aware of how unhealthy this is. My love for him has gone beyond obsession at this point, but I can’t help it. I’m too dependent on him, somehow, loving him is almost become synonymous with breathing. I’m drowning from this love and he is the only one that can save me. Our gazes locked for a few seconds before I averted my gaze and cast a glance to the side where some of my family members are standing. I observe them for a moment and notice that the initial surprise from what I said earlier has faded.

I can't believe he was trying to make me see that I love Grace, I don't fucking love her, I just want her Her body Love is for the weak

I pulled out my phone from my small purse and dialed Love's number, she picked up on the first ring. "Hello," "Hey, baby," I smiled. "I miss you," "And I miss you more, my love, what are you doing?" I asked. "We are playing charades, and I'm losing," She informed me. "I'm sorry," "What are you doing?" "I'm at the party," I told her. I felt a presence behind me and I stiffened, I recognized that vicious aura. "Alright, baby, sleep well. I heart you," I concluded. "Bye, bye, Cali, I heart you too," Love said. We don't say I love you, we use, I heart you instead.

He despised me. And nothing—no tears, no pleas, no carefully crafted words—could fix this. My vision blurred. “You know that I’ve loved you since we were young,” I whispered brokenly, reaching for him. Leo jerked back as if my touch repulsed him. His eyes, once filled with warmth when he looked at me, now held nothing but loathing. “You don’t love me,” he said, his voice raw with disgust. “You love control. You love manipulation. You love playing games.”