Love Or Lust Novels & Stories

The room where we'd made love on the couch, where we'd talked about baby names, where I'd cried in his arms after every failed pregnancy test. “Did you choose her? Or did your mother?” He hesitated too long. “Both,” I said. “You both chose her. Because she's everything I'm not. Fertile. Connected to your past. Your mother's favorite.” “That's not why.” I walked to the couch, picked up my purse. "I need to leave." “Where are you going?” “Away from here. Away from you.” “Rhea, don't be ridiculous. This is your home…”

I just couldn’t. “We can’t be together,” I said softly, my throat tightening. “You don’t love me. What you feel for me is just lust.” His eyes darkened instantly. “It’s two different things,” I added, forcing myself to sound firm. “You still don’t get it, do you?” he asked, his voice firm with impatience. “What?” I frowned. “Love or lust,” he said through clenched teeth, “I don’t give a damn what you call it.”

Swara told him in a crying tone. Seb who heard this took a deep breath, and breaks the hug, he wipes her tears softly and said, "He never loved her; the thing which he used to have for her was lust only. You have to understand little sparrow that there is a difference between love and lust." "In lust people never cares but in love, even a single tear of your partner hurts, and currently your tears are hurting me here," Seb said while pointing towards his heart. Swara who saw this wiped her tears immediately and said, "I'll never do this ever again."

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.

And I don't think it's a problem, everyone must be sleeping right now so we have enough time to love each other. I pulled down her kilt, opening her breast area she wasn't wearing a bra that's a good thing, and to be honest, they are looking huge than the last time we had in the shower but last time I haven't taken her completely and I won't leave a single opportunity to fuck/love her hard this time.

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Manik give medical help to boy and went to meet that girl because she deserves the reward. But on the very first meet she simply rejected to meet him knowing his bad boy image. He had anger issues in past and she was scared of him but his persistency pushed him to meet her and he did but again her words catched his attention which were so sharp and pricking in his heart. First girl in his life who speak up rudely to him, first girl who doesn't sink in the depth of his brown eyes, first girl who was so so innocent to acknowledge his handsome face had stolen his heart away. He fall in love with that rejection and decided to get her at any cost then 4 years he just spend to stalk her and make h

His passionate kisses and hugs were nothing but lust. The way he adored my body was nothing but lust. Whenever he had mentioned “I love you”, it was nothing but lust. The beautiful emotions I always saw in those blue eyes were nothing but lust. The way he made my body react whenever he touched me, was nothing but lust. Everything was lust. Pure lust. Lust with deceit.

He hoisted his glass and they both clinked their drinks. “They say lust is an emotion, not a reaction.” Cyrene started. “For me, it’s both.” “Keep going.” Darwin waved a hand. “It doesn’t mean a woman tells you that she loves you, she really did. Love has different forms, so as sex. You can have sex with someone out of frustration, out of sport, or out of love. Sometimes all of the above. But in the right person, you no longer use the word sex or fuck. You use the term ‘make love’, as the two of you are indeed in love.”

He reminded me, like he suggested, of all the things I forgot about myself since Lance dumped me. For Jian, lust means imprint, not love, I remind myself. But he’s wrong. Maybe that's how I can pay him back. I can show him that lust is lust and when he does imprint, he'll know I'm right. He'll know that imprinting is love at first sight, a binding love, and there is no choice in it. I know I am right, but doing this means I must gamble that my definition is the right one.