Love Stories Novels & Stories

"I don't know what I did to deserve the Moon Goddess sending you to me. I was so sure I'd have to settle for an arranged marriage, Giavanna, like so many other people in my pack." Sebastian kissed her chest once before standing. He slid his thumb over her bottom lip and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought I knew what love would be like, and this, this feeling is greater than anything I imagined." Giavanna gasped at the raw emotion on Sebastian's face, his blue eyes darkening as his gaze shifted to her parted lips. His hands slipped under her thighs, and he lifted her up off the table. Her arms wrapped around his neck, briefly panting against his mouth before frantically

worshipping each other's lips. "You don't need to learn Disney stories for our kids bedtime..."I said to her. "Huh..why so..."she asked me confused. "Is ours less than a Disney one?"I said..."More magical or dramatic than those.."she replied..."But for bringing them on earth...we should keep practicing..."I said kissing her neck and shoulder length.She kissed my jawline. "We are in garden Randhir..."she moaned when I flop a kiss on her shoulder blade. "Our love story is an open secret now.."I replied and ignored her excuses coz I know she is having hard time to control herself.

Jocelyn’s POV I was always drawn to stories. Romances in particular. I loved the juicy ones where the male character didn’t notice the right girl until she slipped away, only for a better man to be the perfect fit, leaving him devastated that he had been so blind. Or the catty ones where she got the guy, but he kept giving pieces of his attention to some sultry woman, only to realise too late that he should have appreciated what he already had. Then there were the forbidden loves, two people fighting for each other against all odds. Werewolves, vampires, princes and princesses. Marrying up and marrying down.

--- Ariana looked at him. “People are watching more than before,” she said. Oliver nodded. “Yes.” --- A pause. Then she added: “And they’re deciding things without asking.” --- That sentence mattered. Because it wasn’t about rumor anymore. It was about perception. --- Oliver leaned slightly forward. “They don’t know the full story,” he said. Ariana looked at him. “They never do,” she replied. --- That truth stayed between them. Heavy. But accepted. --- A silence followed.

As sleep pulled her under, Brielle knew—with a certainty as solid as the man holding her—that some love stories didn’t end. They simply kept growing. Always them. Always us. Always love.

My lips met with hers, I got a slight reaction from her, but she did not push me away, so that was good. I moved my lips slowly against hers. She wrapped her hands around my neck, and I placed my hands on her waist in response. Every moment of the kiss was accompanied by ecstasy. Our tongues rolled perfectly against each other, and I felt my dick give a slight stir. God, I love kissing her so much. She tasted like strawberry and vanilla. It felt like I was on cloud nine. We slowly broke the kiss, panting slightly. I looked at her, and she looked at me. I really wanted things to be good between me and Lois, I want her to open her heart to me, I want her to know that I would never do anything

she said and took a breath. “I thought I could actually love you, Alexander." Her voice was more relaxed. "I mean, during the time she softened and actually cared about me. But obviously, it was an act!" “Forgive me for being delusional and thinking that in every story like this one, a sudden marriage always begins with the man having hidden feelings for the lady. “Because I promise it's not going to happen again, so don't bother coming for me because I am done with this” she stopped and leaned forward.

Around us, our village dances under fairy lights that will never come down. Inside the house, our children (grown, brilliant, kind) laugh loud enough to wake the stars. And on the swing that’s carried us through every chapter of this impossible life, two people who once stared down death choose each other again. Quietly. Fiercely. Forever. Because some love stories don’t end. They just keep growing (wilder, louder, braver) until the whole damn universe knows their names. Ours does.

Their love story was a masterpiece, painted with the colors of life, the hues of love, and the shades of time. In the quiet moments, as they drifted off to sleep, their hands entwined, they were surrounded by a sense of peace and completion. Their love had weathered storms, blossomed in sunshine, and endured through the passage of time. It was a love story for the ages, a testament to the enduring power of the human heart.

That she would fight. But she hadn’t. And now, she had done it again. The soft chime of the café door closing behind her felt like a gunshot, shattering the last illusion I had clung to. She still loved me. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when she looked at me, in the way her fingers had trembled when she touched me. But love wasn’t enough. Not in her world. Not when the man she was bound to was Damien Laurent.