Love Stories Short Novels & Stories

Thank you for reading "Love And Secrets❤️ I love you guys so much 🥺=== Fuck friendship! Fuck my fucking crush on him! Fuck their stupid fight! Fuck... Fuck everything! It's all fucking bullshit!

Ye growled in warning and pressed harder. His message was clear. He wanted me to submit. He wanted me to shift. While I was struggling against the mountain of a man my wolf was panting with happiness in my mind. She loved how strong our 'mate' was. She wanted him. She wanted to please him and obey his command. Badly. So before I could even register what was happening she caused us to shift. And I was lying naked beneath him. Ho compromising.

Madeleine pretended to think, looking at her friend as they continuously giggled. " Oh, please. Don't remind me of that embarrassing moment. Gosh, I couldn't show my face for a week. The funny thing was that, that silly boy back then had to give me a mouth to mouth thinking i was going to die. It was my first kiss! I remember screaming loudly and crying." Cherry face palmed and cleared her throat embarrassingly when she saw the two girls laughing. Adeline almost choked on her drink trying hard not to give in to the laughter.

His birthday was upcoming in some days. He wanted to spend his birthday with his love. But now he didn't want to see her face. The more you love someone the more you feel hurt. He was feeling needles prickled in his heart. He was suffocated by the thought of her loving someone else. And he was feeling enraged by her lies and fake care. She behaves as she loves him and she cares for him. He thought he was so lucky to have a loyal and loving girlfriend, but now he knew it was all just her lies.

he asked, lifting one brow, clearly unconvinced. I sighed and looked away. "Because it wouldn't work. We'd get tired of each other in a week. And I know you, Jim. You say you love me, but is it really me you love? Or the money and connections I bring with every campaign, every shoot?" His face fell, the corners of his lips twitching downward. "That's a cruel thing to say, Julliane. I really do love you, you know." "I believe you—partly," I admitted. "But your kind of love feels more like possession. Like keeping your most valuable asset close. That's not the kind of love I want. It's not the kind I deserve."

“Okay, that’s enough, Madam… please, stop drinking,” the butler, Arthur, warned softly. He reached out to steady the glass as it wobbled in Larissa's grip. Larissa didn't even look up at him, she stared at the liquid instead, watching the ice cubes swirl. "He isn't coming back tonight, is he?" Arthur hesitated, his silence more cutting than any confirmation. "It’s been six months, Arthur," she whispered, her voice filled with exhaustion. "Six months since the wedding, and..."

Our happiness today was in no small part due to their love, support, and sacrifice. Thanks to them, we could now live the love story we truly deserved. _THE END_

Tristian and I have been together for two years. Engaged for six months. I knew he had his problems. But cheating? That’s where I draw the line. I let out a quiet scoff. That arrogant idiot. Two years of my life. And this is what I get? Yes, it started as business. But somewhere along the line… I fell for him. I was loyal. He said he loved me. I shake my head slightly. My fault for believing a man anyway. They always fail me. I take a slow sip of my wine and release a deep sigh.

As we embraced, I could hear her little cry. I caressed her forehead with a kiss and delicately took off the saree pallu. She beamed at me. She gently rested her hands on my face. "My darling," she murmured affectionately. As she lowered my face to mine, she said, "I love you." We briefly kissed again. It seemed effortless. She sensed my hands attempting to press against hers. She moaned and let him touch her bare belly and press her skin. They finally broke, panting for air, after what seemed like an eternity. My jammies were too snug, and I was too hard.

she whispered, her voice barely audible. Liam looked at the photograph, then at the shelves full of Eleanor's books. He thought of his own story, a love that had ended too soon. “Maybe ,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “Some stories just end. But maybe… maybe we find other stories to live in.” Isabella’s breath hitched. She tightened her grip on his hand. “I think I’m falling in love with you,” she confessed. The words struck Liam like a physical blow. He froze, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him, shock, fear, and an undeniable flicker of desire. He pulled his hand away, his body recoiling instinctively.