Love Of Passion Novels & Stories

“ My patience has now paid off. I love you more, my love. I swear with all my life that I will make you happy and give you all. I will never betray you.” Danielle moved her face closer to him again. Their eyes were sparkling with full of love. There's no more hint of hatred nor jealousy in Anthony's eyes. Anthony bent his head to kiss her. Then, Anthony lifted her up and they turned around and around while their lips was tasting the sweetness of their kiss.

I close my eyes, savoring the moment and knowing that no matter what, I will surely lose myself in the succeeding passion. Suddenly, his kisses become more urgent and more passionate, and the intensity between us intensifies. His hands move around my body, his fingers caressing my skin as his lips part mine. I gasp with pleasure, my body trembling at his touch. Liam’s hands move lower, exploring my curves as he kisses me passionately. He takes his time, savoring each moment, until it feels like he is slowly unraveling me. The pleasure is unbearable, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

There is love to be found anywhere and everywhere but the love I have found in him consists of everything challenge and chaos, maybe even anarchical at times, and most of all passion. When you come across this kind of thing, you do not give it up for even the world's largest sum because just like he like he is to me, in every lifetime, I am his.

My eyes roll back, while a hoarse moan slips out of my gaping lips. Martin's low groan reverberated beside my ears, "Fuck!" It was the last word I heard, before my world turns dark. Passing out right after feeling a gush of hot milk assaulting my walls and travelling into my womb. Spraying bountiful warm 'rain' deep into my sensitive core. This is what passion should be right? Moreover, love is supposedly equals to bodily love. It is all about carnal desire, which I have confused as affection in the past.

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

"No! No Agha jaan I never preferred anyone Over you. No one can take your place in my heart. But at least I had this much right on my life to decide that whom I want to marry! I love her!" "Huh love! Don't you love your father? Get out of my sight right now!" "No! Agha Jaan I love you and respect you with all my heart! please forgive us, please at least give us one single chance. I am your son. I am your blood. Please forgive us, if we had hurt you" "If you want me to forgive you Inaayat" he stood from his chair and moved towards them, "then divorce this girl right now"

HEER "I don't know what love is but what has happened to me, I swear I won't be able to live without you." God, if this is love then I would like that love should never happen to anyone. If it is really so painful, then I ask why these moths of flame give themselves pleasure in pain like this. Love is really like a burning flame that keeps wandering moths around itself. Get restless and burn in sorrow. I don't know why they let themselves feel this.

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

With his index finger, he pointed to a faded note in perfect cursive. 'A love such as this exists in the deepest confines of each. It takes a spark, a movement to awaken our souls to the passion that fervently burns, but burn it does not forever. After the spark has burned out, from the ashes, a new love rises, one that endures long after the spark is gone. One that is worth the fight and worth the wait. This is the love I hope, I seek, I breathe.'

, she whispered as vow-repungnance hit her, she grabbed the basin to stand herself firmly. " It felt vulnerable Hayden!, so weak, Is this what called longing in passion? In which you've left with nothing but only helplessness!, a deep well of deprivation, which kill your soul from time to time...", Letting her tired shoulders down in defeat, her tears kept cascading down, and her lips felt the taste of pure bitterness. "When did I become so weak ?, from when did apart from you, I'd approved of someone to touch me; trapped me in devil palms, allowing him to let his desires ruin me the way he wants".