Love Quest Novels & Stories

Their high school and college were filled with romantic memories. They were blindly in love and didn't care about the outcome, or their families approval, being in a Forbidden Love, the community and their families didn't approve of it. But they are stubborn enough and won't let anyone or some history bring an end to their relationship, so they ran away together.

"Aiden, you must understand that I still love you deeply. It is not a question of your worthiness or the depth of our connection. It is an unrelenting ache within me, a tangle of emotions that demands resolution." Aiden's eyes held a gentle understanding, his voice steady and reassuring. "Chloe, love is not a simple equation, nor is it a finite entity. It is vast, complex, and at times, it asks us to make choices that challenge our very being. If your heart yearns for resolution, for the freedom to explore the echoes of the past, I will stand by you, unwavering in my devotion."

Monica's expression froze as she asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Reynold, didn't you tell me I was your favorite?" She pressed, "Is Adrianna forcing you to say this? I knew she was a difficult, unreasonable woman!" Anger flashed in Reynold's eyes. "What nonsense are you spouting? You better watch your mouth! I won't let you badmouth my wife." He turned to open his car door, but Monica grabbed his arm, refusing to let go. She hissed, "So you're dumping me? Dream on!" She added, "I've slept with you countless times, and now you think you can just walk away? Do you actually think Adrianna will forgive you? Keep dreaming!"

Gavin replied with a shrug. Leila finally found her voice. “You love me?” Gavin stepped closer to her, knelt in front of her chair like they were the only two people in the room. “Yes. I love you. And I do not care what it costs me.” It was ridiculous. It was the kind of scene that belonged in a badly written romantic movie but God help her, she was melting. Right then, she forgot all about Adele and the baby and their messed up life and all she could think of was Gavin Hasters proclaiming his love for her.

Rose Mary, I want to mark you now because I think you are ready to become the Luna that the Moon Goddess has destined for me and I really want to make you completely mine. I felt so very strange, in the end this King Jackob marked me as his Luna. But I can't avoid it anymore, because I want it too. I nodded my head perfectly until in the end we leaned against a rock then the kiss got hotter and King Jackob took off our clothes so we made love so very hotly under the moonlight which was so very beautiful now. And I don't know what to do, our love affair lasted many times until we were together in a lake that I had dived into, this was a very beautiful thing, the feeling of happiness mixed int

Power asked, already knowing the answer would come only after Love broke or transcended. In her crystal prison, Love whispered names she could speak but not feel: "Kieran. Dimitri." The isolation lottery had begun with its worst possible winner. Or perhaps, its most necessary one.

Louise Throughout this day of passion, I plunge into the abyss of our desires, a freefall without end, where the intimacy between us becomes a silent symphony, a language that only our bodies and souls can understand. Each exchanged glance is a promise, each brush a spark that ignites my senses. We are bound by a tacit, deep, almost primitive understanding: love, friendship, and desire are not opposing forces, but facets of the same gem, brilliant and indestructible. Together, they weave a web of emotions so intense they seem to defy time itself.

I curl up in bed, my phone lighting up with a text from an unknown number: "Some people run from love. Some people run towards it. Which one are you? - H" And for the first time in my life, I don't know the answer.

Her eyes borrowing into his. ‎“What is it?" Lorenzo questioned, his tone slightly risen accentuating his frustration. ‎Cleopatra swallowed hard, before taking his hands in hers, and asked the question that bothered her. ‎“Do you love me?" ‎ ‎Lorenzo's brow furrowed with confusion, where did that stupid question come from? What did sex have to do with love? He had never needed that to bed a woman. ‎“You already know the answer to that," He declared, unwilling to lie to her. It was true that he felt something for her, but was that thing “love", he wasn't so sure.

My hands gripping the side of his hips hard enough to bruise, while his hands grabbed my breast and his thumb pressed against my nipples. "Look at me," he groaned and i twisted my head around to look at him, a strained moan escaping my lips. His eyes were dark and blown wide, and he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing. "I love you," I moaned, laughing and crying at once. "I love you, Wesley. And he doesn't get to have this. He doesn't get to have any of this." "No." His voice cracked. "He doesn't. Fuck! Bowie-“