Novel & Cerita Love Stories To Read

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

Hearing the familiar voice could help her recover. Jennifer took advantage of Logan being in a coma. She knew that Logan was no competition for her now. She could not interact with Charlie. Jennifer called Charlie to offer emotional support. Charlie was upset and hurt that Logan was sick and in a coma. Jennifer asked Charlie to escort her to a Ballet. She did not want to go alone and had no one else to escort her. Charlie agreed to escort her to get his mind off Logan. Ballet is one of the most visually pleasing dance forms. It is a very technical dance that requires extreme discipline. Jennifer had never seen the Romeo and Juliet Ballet before. It would perfect to see it with Charlie. Romeo

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

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I responded. "This your killer shape, I'm obsessed with it and your beautiful face. I keep wondering what is a goddess doing in a place like this," he said, admiring me with lustful eyes. Of course in the last two years since I started dating there has been no real love all they did was love my body. Not my heart, my soul or even intelligence. All of them loved my body and when I didn't agree to have sex with them there would be a break up soon, not out of anything I'm being accused of but just because I didn't feed their fantasies.

Is that what is called LOVE? ***

He must have heard me. I quickly put my mouth my hands over my mouth. Hoping the Edison's didn't hear me. Mr Edison clicked a button on the remote in his hands and the movie started. The cinema staff served us drinks and popcorn while we watched the movie quietly. The movie was really interesting with so many poetic lines and an amazing plot. It was exactly the kind of movie I liked. "A heart attack is nothing compared to the pain of love unmet" "What worth is my life if not mirrored in your gaze? What purpose has my heart if it no longer echoes your name? I long for love that is not mine. I long for something I can never get" "My heart is yours keep it safe, hold onto it until we meet again

“No one gets to hurt you. Not anymore.” Tears blurred my vision, but it wasn’t pain — it was the overwhelming, devastating force of feeling loved like this. Claimed like this. His cock stroked that aching spot inside me over and over until I was shaking, clawing at the desk, crying out his name. “I need you to feel it,” Kian growled, moving faster, rougher. “Feel how much I love you. Feel how you belong to me.” “I do—” I gasped, the world spinning. “I’m yours, Kian. Always.”

She suggested, "Why don't you just divorce her? Then, we can be together openly, without hiding anymore." To her surprise, Reynold looked at her with disgust and shoved her away harshly. He snapped, "What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?" He continued, "Adrianna is my wife—how could I possibly divorce her? Just leave—I don't want to see you anywhere near me or her ever again. I don't want to upset her." Monica's expression froze as she asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Reynold, didn't you tell me I was your favorite?"

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.