Love Over Everything Novels & Stories

It’s worth everything. Sierra’s heart was overflowing with love and passion for the man in front of her. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore. Standing on her tippy toes, she linked her arms around his neck and pulled herself up. “I really love you, Colton. More than anything,” she whispered as a single tear trickled down her face. Colton wiped the tear away and pressed his lips to her forehead. “I know,” he whispered back. “And I love you, Sierra Ascott. Everything about you moves me. You made me feel like nothing else in the world. Not even Paris at night moves me the way you do,”

Not when every thrust was sending sparks of pleasure-pain through her oversensitized body. "Look at me," Dimitri commanded. "Eyes on me. I want to see you when you come apart." Eve forced her eyes open, met his gaze. What she saw there stole her breath. Love. Desperation. Fear. Possession. All of it focused entirely on her. "I love you," he said, his rhythm brutal and perfect. "I love you more than anything in this world. You're my everything, Eve. My whole fucking world. Do you understand?"

she said, her voice trembling, “I vow to love you with everything that I am and everything that I have left to give. You’ve given me a family, a home, and a reason to believe in the impossible. I promise to be your strength when you falter, your joy when the world grows heavy, and your forever, no matter what comes.” The exchange was brief, intimate, and flawless in its honesty. When Adrian slid the thin gold band onto her finger, Luna felt a shiver of certainty, a sense that nothing could touch them now. Damien and Celeste clapped softly, smiles wide with shared triumph, their eyes glinting with approval. This was love unadulterated, victorious, untouchable.

This sneaking out from a full blown reception to get some piece of heated passionate ardor was beyond imagination The way she finished when she dig her nails on the sleeve of his shirt in a hurry and little bit trepidation of being caught. The way her eyes shone when he had his share of pleasantries with her tight entry. The memory of the flowing fabric that slid down her curvaceous girth would live alive for hundred years and Edwin could cherish this teeny behavior during non teen days of his life. Love: To love is nothing To be loved is something To love and Be loved is everything. And today I have everything!!!! ''''''''''''''''''

Pure love. First time I saw him. First argument. Proposing. The wedding. Lyra's birth. The mate bond shattering. Him becoming between. Him dissolving. Learning to love him distributed. The anniversary. This morning's silence. And still choosing him. Still loving him. Still believing what we had was worth everything. All of it. Every moment. Every choice. I poured it into the bonds. The Administrator staggered. "That's—there's too much—" "That's the point. Love isn't controlled. Isn't perfected. It's overwhelming. Terrifying. Beautiful. Messy. Everything."

I kept looking at him trying to process everything. When I didn't say anything he came close to me and continued, "Jane...I love you. I really do. You are my life. You are my everything. I am really sorry." He cupped my face in his palms and looked into my eyes. All the emotions burst out and tears rolled down my eyes. "It's ok, Barry. I trust you. I love you too."I said crying. He placed a kiss on my forehead and hugged me. I hugged him too. We both were crying.

But as someone who has seen something like this for the first time — I was too invested and hooked. As the movie came to an end, I found myself sobbing and sniffing. I even got myself some tissue to wipe my tears when Jackson finally stopped sharing the movie screen. “So,” he started. “How was it?” “You are mean,” I said. I couldn’t stop crying. As much as I didn’t expect to like the movie, I loved it. I loved every bit of it — from Landon’s character development to the part where he said “Our love is like the wind. You can’t see it, but you can feel it” — damn, I can’t. That was too painful.

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.”

James was immersed in a deep melancholy in the living room, enveloped by a dense cloud of cigar smoke, while a bottle of liquor rested beside him. His lips still tasted of the burning kiss he had given Meg, and his mind remained immersed in the confessions they had exchanged. The love they felt for each other was undeniable, intense and true, but this was the tragedy that surrounded them. It was a forbidden love, an impossible love, destined to face innumerable barriers and challenges.

The painful tension of all the last months subsides, giving way to tenderness of the same universal scale. “I love you too*…” she purrs and rubs her cheek against his shoulder. Everyone, now you can die. Breathe this second. Happier to be simply impossible! Even if she's lying now. Lou can't believe so easily that such a creature can truly love him. So what, and let ... It does not matter. She's mine - mine - mine! *I love you too.