Love Me Less Novels & Stories

"He wanted to make you less. I want to make you more." My heart cracked open. "I spent two years feeling like I wasn't enough," I whispered. "Not pretty enough, not smart enough, not successful enough. He'd pick me apart piece by piece and call it love. And I believed him. I believed him, Fao. I thought that's what love was supposed to feel like." "It's not." He rose up on his knees, bringing his face level with mine. "Love does not diminish. Love makes you bigger. Braver. More yourself, not less."

LOVE The moment when i realized that you could love someone without involving sex but romance was the day I proved that love wasn't real just a conscious effort towards a being. True! I think I am lost here. Loving can heal. Probably the only medicine that is easy to learn but hard to administer. Memories, moments, photographs, smiles, tears and that is it. No more! You can feel love inside you, just lost somewhere with no home and if you took a look deeper inside your heart, you would feel the void within you stretching far and wide. Love is just a phase of foolishness. A crazy desire driven foolishness. But, it is beautiful. It is a beautiful foolishness that comes along with your smile an

” , Now his questions started frustrating me, so I shouted loudly interrupting him “Because my soul shivers just by chanting your name, because when I touch you my breath finds its depth, because your thinking is enough to stop my heartbeats, because your touch is enough to purify me, because you are my whole world, because I can kill anyone and even die for you, because I can't think my life without you, because I can hardly think beyond you, because I am extremely possessive towards you, because I love you”, I expressed everything in one breath which left him with a shock that he left my hands and waist after which I walked out of washroom with rage only to realize that in feet of rage I e

She will be my sex slave for her whole lifetime. Many girls tried to approached me saying that they love me but love is the thing i just hated the most, my whole family suffered because of this love so i didn't give myself the right to love someone. It's just only sex, i will cease her craving and compel her to cease mine there will be no fucking love. I am not searching for any fucking love overhere because manik malhotra doesn't believes in love. Love is such a bullshit that just ruins life. Love isn't my cup of tea. So if i got attracted then i will fuck her hard and then purchase her so that she can serve me whenever and wherever i want.

Love was such a torment. So I lied again. I lied to my heart as if it would suppress down every pain and rejection. I don't love him anymore. _________________________

It would serve her right if she learned one or two lessons that she was so ready to preach all the time. Love was overrated. It was not the wonderful feeling that was always portrayed in movies and novels. Love was a feeling which made one dependent on another person and it eventually destroys one’s own persona. Pessimist thoughts filled her mind which aggravated her foul mood even more. Normally, she was an impatient human being and wanted to resolve her pending issues as soon as possible. It was more than two weeks now that she had returned from New York and she wanted to get back to her old life rapidly.

This deep self reflection once made me want to escape, stay in Country Y, and never return here. However, time will make people grow up and let people know. Over the past few years, she has come to understand that true confession and apology are not self torture to escape, but to do what she can in the face of everything she has done and in a way that single family members are willing to accept. Taking a deep breath, Zhang Liuliu reaches out and rings the video phone. "Hello, please..." A well dressed woman in her fifties appeared in the video. The expression was polite and estranged. After seeing Zhang Liuliu, I really paused.

But this is reality and wadding off such idea was the best for me. "So Mr Jimmy, what's the occasion all about" I asked politely. "Stop acting nice, you can't even make one" he mocked, but I didn't reply, rather I grabbed an apple and chew noisily at him. "I just love the view tonight" "Did you get a heartbreak guy? Because that's what would make you break me here" I snapped. "Stop ruining such moments, okay" he whispered. "If you want to propose to me then it's a no from me" I pressed on, this time I was peeling the back of a banana.

Only after I moaned in pain did he relax his grip and implore, "Don't leave me." "Kevin." I could hear my voice fluttering, presumably from exhaustion from crying. "No one wants an old toy." "It's not like." His head shook. "It is love." Love... I couldn't breathe because the words were so overwhelming. Love was the unending night sky, while Like was a fleeting firework. I never imagined that someone would spend the remainder of their night with me. "I've been thinking about how to say I love you so that I may persuade you that love has nothing to do with pity or possession these days."

"Not the slightest." "Giving up is not an option." He sipped, watching her over the glass rim. "Honestly, what brought you here?" He shook his head in despair. "It hurts to see just how much you underestimate my love. Fine, maybe you'll swallow the secondary pill instead; as you know, I'm mentally fucked up. I've been prescribed a whole lot of medications I don't have time for. I hate them. They never worked in the first place...the few times I tried. Then I met you; everything has changed ever since. It's like fate prescribed a better treatment...a cure even." His grin added an extra beam of light to the room.