Love Of My Life Novels & Stories

I believe in love, because it exists, I may not have experienced it yet, but I am not looking for it, I let it find me and maybe it will make me a new person. We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it.

“Draco, what’re you doing?” “Sofia, my beautiful, beautiful baby, come give us a hug.” She came to me smiling even though she had no idea why I was so happy. “Now, do you want to tell me why you were dancing in your office like a crazy person?” “Did you see our son? He’s in love.” “And that’s why you’re dancing? I don’t get it.” You would if I told you, but then I’d have to explain a whole lotta shit that’s best left alone for now. “Isn’t this something to celebrate? I’m happy for him.”

Perhaps just love at first sight. That evening, she took permission from her mum and went to the hill. From afar, she saw that he was already waiting for her. She hurried up to join him, "I am sorry I am late". "It's Ok", he replied. He was silent for a few minutes, possibly looking for some words to initiate a conversation. "You are beautiful!" He blurted out. "Thanks. A lot of people said that", she replied. He smiled, looked at her, "you are smart too". "How did you know?" She asked. "I just guessed". She looked deep into him and said, "You are a werewolf". He was shocked, "how did you even know that? Are you a witch?".

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

"Look Rainer, you know the reality, will I marry my daughter next month and after 1 month, that is, in the third month, I will marry my daughter to your son. I have kept my point, now you speak." Rainer starts thinking after listening to King Edison.After looking into her eyes for some time, he calmly says only two words."What about your other daughter?" Edition gives a straight answer to this without thinking."I think I had fixed the relationship with only one girl, don't you remember? So you have done only one thing, don't you want the second daughter is not yours but mine." Rainer says upon hearing this staunch answer."I just wanted to ask that you will marry your two children without you

The card had very much beautiful lines "My life, my princess, my love. I can't tell you how much special you are for me. I won't be able to express my love for you in whole life. Your love is like a flowing river for me. It will never end. Its increasing and getting stronger day by day."

I fell in love with you because after getting to know you, I realized I wanted to make you a permanent part of my life. . c.m louden

I narrowed my eyes as they pinned his lips, expecting an explanation. “Sophie, the young lady here is Lucia, my high schoolmate. And Lucia, this is my beloved wife, Sophie,” he explained. Lucia froze for some seconds, Oliver's words definitely hit her harder than she expected. “Oh, I'm so sorry for the inconveniences, he never told me he was married. Nice meeting you, Sophie,” she apologized. I forced a smile on my face which didn't even reach my eyes. I just don't like her. “How did you get here, Ms Lucia,” I asked.

“Starla… I’m here.” His voice trembled. “I’m sorry, Starla. I lied to you.” He closed his eyes, memories of her laughter, her warmth, her smile flashing through his mind. “The truth is… I fell in love with you a long time ago. I never just saw you as my niece.” His chest tightened as he whispered, “Wendy was never my fiancée. The wedding, the photos—it was all fake. “I don’t love her. The only person I’ve ever loved… is you.”

I whimpered, pressing my hips into his, needing friction. "Oh, how I love you, Annabelle Bliss," he whispered against my mouth. "I love you too," I whispered back. "I love you. I love you. I love you." His smile was soft, his eyes shining with a forgiveness that undid me, as if nothing I had done in the past mattered now, only the love reflected there. Oh, my Patrick. My beautiful, gray-eyed, tattooed Patrick. "I love you," I breathed. "I'm in love with you, Patrick Young."