Love Sequence By Daphne Leigh Novels & Stories

My breath hitched, then steadied. Yes, she was different from mother. Mother had already chosen who to love. But Leah? She was mine. She belonged here, in my bed. She would understand with time. I have time. "You will love me, Leah," I said almost to myself. "No, you have to. You will love me more than you ever loved him." I kissed her again, desperately trying to claim what was mine. Or what I thought was. "Are you trying to rape me?" Her voice cracked.

His chest was filled with pain. He quickly took out the medicine he had prepared and drank it with the water. Lauren really wanted to kick the door open. but she turned around and left in a huff. and she went to find Daphne . ... ..... .... Love is a fire that burns unseen, a wound that aches yet isn’t felt, an always discontent contentment, a pain that rages without hurting Don’t leave now that you’re here— Stay. So the world may become like itself again: so the sky may by the sky, the road a road,and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

CHAPTER ONE !! Beware this is a Lesbian love!! Elise Moreau had tutored dozens of college-bound students over the years, yet none lingered in her thoughts the way Daphne Harlow did. The girl possessed a sharp mind that sparkled whenever she focused, but focus came rarely. More often, Daphne sat with her pen idle, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her gaze drifting in ways that made Elise’s skin prickle with awareness she refused to name.

She leaned over and planted a kiss on Colin's handsome face. Then she sat back in her chair, resting her chin on her hand, looking at him with an ambiguous expression. "Colin Darling, what I want to do isn't just cooking, also..." Colin raised an eyelid. But Leah hooked her lips, softly saying a word, "Love." Colin: "I gave you a chance last night, and you didn't take it." Leah blinked her pretty eyes. "Then when's my next chance?" Colin didn't say anything but picked up a piece of scrambled egg and put it in her mouth.

"But you're making love to another girl!" "Her? Oh no, you misunderstand. This is Daphne, a good friend of mine, and this is a game we've been playing since we were kids. We're not making love, just goofing around. It's only sex. It doesn't mean anything. I only make love to you, Lily. I love you with all my heart. Remember the rules? We both have to love each other more than anyone else possibly could? I still love you more than anything, and I guarantee you you'll never find someone who loves you more than I do. Understand? I would never cheat on you because I love you. Take a seat, relax."

I say pulling her into my arms kissing her forehead. We lying down is a peaceful silence as we embrace one another after this long day. A silent promise that we will love one another through everything even if we at our weakest. The we have spent getting to know each other felt so fast , as if our body and soul knew each other from a previous life. I couldn't ask for any other life than this right here. "I love you ma, and I'm ready to build our legacy together" I say bringing her lips to mine, kissing her deeply as I promise my loyalty to her. With that we fall asleep within each other's embrace

" I would have never killed them... never could have because...... because, I was in love with your father. And so was he!" " What nonsense are you spewing woman! " Lea literally knocked off the stand with the drip as she stood up. " It's true. It took me a lot of courage to confess. I have seen many men over the years. Even after I was married, I never had any dearth in men. Your father, however, was different. He was the only one who ever touched my soul. He was the only one who made me want to talk to him all night instead of having sex. "

Her presence had been like a sudden gust of winter wind, both chilling and invigorating, leaving me with a longing I couldn’t quite define. I recall one particular evening when I was alone in the library, trying to lose myself in a book, only to hear the soft murmur of her footsteps approaching. She stopped by my desk, her gaze softening just for an instant before hardening again. “Damien,” she said, her voice low and measured, “I trust you’re beginning to understand how things work in this household.” I didn’t answer, merely nodded, feeling the weight of her words settle around me like a shroud. That moment marked the beginning of a subtle war—a war within me, where every day I was forced t

I opened it and it read: My Dearest Leila, Time pales in the exquisiteness of your beauty. Even jealous Aphrodite would demand of the Creator, "Why did you make this creature, who is more beautiful, more lovely than I?" You are my love, my life, my Leila my queen. Come back to me. Your Knight Forever, Lance