Love Story Cute Novels & Stories

She put Vivian's debt papers on the table, next to her rice tray, but put the writing on the table, so he didn't know what the papers were. She started. "When we first started dating, do you remember that story I told you?" Jaime let the memories sink into his head. As if impatient with the given time and knowing that he did not have the ability to answer, Luna continued. "His name is Zaid. I met him in college. I fell in love with him the first time we met. I had the feeling that my life partner was him and like that, I put everything mine into him. Zaid is the person for whom I am willing to do everything. My heart, soul, youth, time and money. Whatever I have. That is love because I belie

he said, I blushed as I collected it, it had a tiny rose flower peeping out of it. I opened it briefly, " my love for you is like a flower, it blooms every day" were the first letters I read before closing it and tucking it into my bag. I blushed as I thought about how sweet and thoughtful it was of him. I had only met him once and I didn't assume he was romantic. , "What do you think about this setting" Ahmad asked, it was a beach setting, I had no idea what it was for. "What for?" I asked.

Their footsteps, accompanied by the rustling leaves, echoed the cadence of a love story poised on the cusp of eternity. In the quietude of the park, Alexander and Isabella found a haven where time seemed to stand still. As they meandered along the winding pathways, each step carried the weight of promises yet to unfold. The city, a distant hum in the background, faded into insignificance as the couple embraced the intoxicating euphoria of new love.

Their love story is a vibrant tapestry, woven with threads of longing, yearning, and the thrill of discovery. The desires of a young couple are like wildflowers in the meadow, colorful and intoxicating. They are consumed by the urge to explore, to learn, and to experience every facet of love's rich terrain. Their hearts are open books, and every touch, every stolen glance, writes another page in their passionate narrative.

?” “Yeah, you are.” “Then w-why a-aren’t giving me a k-kiss?” She giggles looking at him, making his eyes widen. “I think she is out of her mind.” “Tell me why I've got to give you a kissy,” Ellen asks, looking at her, but she just giggles like a baby. The fact is, she is looking so cute that he wants to adore her; he has no choice but to become a baby like her. “But w-when I s-see s-something cute, I want to adore it by kissing it, and you told me c-cute then why d-don’t y-you adore this cutie?” she says, pointing her finger at herself. He smiles, looking at her, and places a soft kiss on her forehead. “Are you happy now?” "Yeah, yeah, but... “ He frowns looking at her. “Y-you also l-lookin

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_

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.

she called. The humans shouted. The music swelled. She tossed. And I, ever vigilant, leapt. The bouquet arced through the air, petals catching light, and before Bia’s greedy hand could reach it, I pounced. Perfect form. Direct hit. The crowd gasped, then roared with laughter. I strutted away with the bouquet clutched triumphantly in my mouth, ignoring Bia’s glare. Victory was mine. Again. The humans cheered louder. Dez whooped, “Goose called dibs on the next love story!”