Love Of Mine Novels & Stories

“I know you love him, Maya.” I froze. The words, spoken so plainly, were a confession pulled from my marrow. I stared at him, tears blurring the vibrant market into a watercolor smear. “I saw it at La Belle,” he continued, his voice softening. “I see it now. It’s written all over you. But loving him right now…” He paused, choosing his words like stones to build a bridge. “Loving him is like loving someone standing on the other side of a minefield. And Clara? She owns the field. She laid every mine. She holds the remote.”

I said sadly. "He is the kindest man I know and it goes without saying that he would laterally bend backwards if it's for the sake of us both. But min ho, be that as it may, I would never label your love for me as stupid because you are just as dear to me and I swear that if it were under different circumstances, I would choose to be with you in a heartbeat"

he declared. "She's not yours, ok. You only like her. Why are you so possessive about her?" "No, she doesn't belong to anyone. She belongs to me." "Why?" "Because...." "Because what?" I prompted. "Because I love her. Yes, I love her," he said with a genuine smile. "Yes, you love her dumbo. Go and tell her." "Thank you so much Naina," he said hugging me tightly. "No thanks and I can't breathe idiot," I chuckled.

The annoyance I felt towards him earlier because I thought he had forgotten our anniversary all of a sudden and was replaced by butterflies in my stomach and horse racing in my heart. He's the one. Forever does really exist, especially when I'm with Jiro. He's the living proof of Prince Charming and true love does really exist. I am deeply madly in love with him. I can't even see myself in the near future dating another boy. I am sure that he is the only man I am capable of loving. Jiro slowly removed the blindfold from my eyes and first its blur until my vision gradually cleared. The first thing you see is the decorations Jiro's whole garden, just like a bandiritas made of white and red ros

She question him Because I will make her think he is into Anna and I will distance her from him and only I know that he cannot be without her. He will go crazy.” He laugh out as he says the last word as he knows the prophecy "nothing can weaken Gordon but true love"

Years back...... 'So, are you going to admit that you're trying to steal my mother?' I said, before digging into my cereal. 'Milla!" Mom scolded me as she placed the plate full of food infront of Liam. I pouted at her. 'I like aunt Silvia's food.' Liam responded as he began eating. " So you admit that you are here for ----" 'Milla Rosaline Nelson, leave my son alone.' I gasped dramatically.' Mom, am I not your only child? What happened to Love?'

I say as we head to our getaway wrapping my arms around my loves and pulling them close. THE END

"You kissed me yesterday and it was everything I ever wanted" He averted his gaze from hers. "I felt loved and cherished from just a kiss that wasn't even meant for me". She said, her voice nothing more than a whisper. She sniffled quietly. "And I am ashamed to admit that I didn't want you to stop, a part of me wanted to give in, to just pretend to be Sayya for just one night, perhaps I wouldn't have felt so lost and unloved.......". Sobs choked her and she clamped her palm against her lips.

All at once. "My best friend gave it to me." Quiet. Real. "Back when I was in the orphanage. So he could find me later." Damien went still. Not the careful, measured stillness from before. Something harder. Something that happened to him rather than something he chose. His eyes shifted red. "Him." One word. The temperature in the room dropped three degrees. "He gave you that." Not a question. His jaw worked once. "And you've been wearing it." His eyes cut to hers. "You don't wear what another man gives you. You're mine. What's on your body is mine. What touches your skin is mine."

“Felix, you idiot.” When I woke up, my face was already streaked with tears. I had been holding onto Eugene’s hand so tightly that my nails had dug into his skin. “Sorry, I got drunk,” I muttered. Eugene was quiet for a while before he finally asked, “Who’s Felix?” I couldn’t remember the last time I had heard someone say his name. It was as if the world had chosen to forget him. “He was my love,” I replied softly.