Love Stories Short Novels & Stories

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

Was this finally the moment? Adrian must have noticed because his other hand immediately snaked around her waist, pressing her against his firm chest. Her hands flew to his shoulders to steady her legs which wanted to give out, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it and feel it against his chest. She searched his eyes, searching for certainty, hesitation……anything. But all she found was longing…. Unspoken, unrelenting longing, and that was all she needed to see. The room blurred into oblivion as she closed the distance herself, pressing her lips gently against his in a moment of reckless abandon.

"Was it love or was he just lost in lust? He kept thinking. He could not fall in love he never wanted to fall in love not after his last heartbreak. ********* Five years ago, he was so in love with Mary, his business associate. He was deeply in love with her and everyone knew about It. He would do anything just to see her happy . He already discussed wedding plans with her and was getting everything ready. One day he went to her place in a bid to surprise her with a ticket to the Maldives for a vacation. He stopped in the hallway as he could hear some muffled sounds coming from her room. He looked through and saw her straddled untop of Bruno, his other business associate. They were having

In Cupido's castle, Cupido is sadly looking at the book that regulates human love and marriage in the human world. “Are you sad again?” A warm voice spoke. “Is that León de Fuego, the Fire God? Why do you have free time to visit me?” Hearing the voice of León de Fuego, the God of Fire, Cupido immediately greeted him with joy. "I came to see if you've done anything stupid lately?" “Stupid, very stupid!” Cupido's sigh caused the wrath of the Fire God León de Fuego to lessen a bit. “Do you remember a woman named Lucero?” “Lucero? Luna Brillante? You mean these two names, right?” “Luna Brillante? Is Luna Brillante her brother-in-law? Why do I hear these two's names sound like two brothers' names

She sobbed, one hand grabbing her own tit and sucking the stiff nipple into her mouth to keep her from saying words she couldn't take back. She badly wanted to tell him how she loved him, but she wouldn't do that. Knowing Roland, he'd called off the wedding in a heartbeat. He circles her free nipples with his thumb, pinching the bud. "I wish you could read my thoughts on how I feel about you, Brianna. I love how you take every inch of me like you can't get enough." She cried around her nipple, already close to the edge. Her cunt pulsed around his cock. "Fuck...... me ......faster, I'm close." She begged.

Rene’s POV “He wants me to go to Coverts Lisa.. Coverts! He wants me to cheat!” I said on the phone with my cousin. Sitting outside the hospital “But Rene.. Is it really cheating if he permits you to?” “Omg Lisa! Don't tell me.. What has gotten into you two?” “Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.”

Ahmed wore a black thobe, eyes burning. After vows, he carried me to the bed. Slowly undressing me. He kissed every bruise, every bite mark. “I love you,” he whispered, entering me gently for the first time. We made love, truly made love, until sunrise. I came softly, tears on my cheeks, his name a prayer. Later, sated and curled under cashmere, he locked the new collar around my neck. Click.

I looked into his blue eyes—dark, steady, full of something so raw it stole my breath. “I’ve spent the last year learning what love actually feels like,” he started. His voice was low, meant only for me. “It’s not the rush. It’s not the heat. It’s the quiet mornings when you’re still asleep and I watch you breathe. It’s the way you cry when you’re happy and the way you laugh when you’re sad. It’s holding you when the world feels like it’s ending. It’s knowing I’d give up everything—my job, my pride, my plans—just to keep you safe. To keep you mine.”

Each time, I loved him more. Josephine’s POV I began writing again. Pages filled with our story the real one. The version no one else knew. Not the pain. Not the bitterness. But the moments that mattered. The stolen kisses. The late-night laughter. The promise sealed in blood. The child that became a bridge. I wasn’t writing for the world. I was writing for Noah. So he’d know how loved he truly was by both of us. Noah stood at Kenneth’s grave weeks later, letter in hand, wind brushing his face like a blessing.

But I shut it, tonight I was going to make her feel loved and share her burden. I lowered her slowly to the bed, my hand slid inside her nightdress, feeling the breasts. I broke the kiss and trailed kisses on her checks, to her neck. I held the hem of her gown and pulled it over her head. She lay there in nothing but her panties, and fuck, she looked so beautiful, I could feel my cock getting hard already. I brought my lips to her breast as I placed kisses on her chest. I brought one hand to one fold of her breasts while my tongue played with the second one.