Love Story English Language Novels & Stories

I ask him “Oui bien sûr l’amour” [Yes of course Love] He lets go of me and I run towards the bathroom I almost fall flat on my face getting out of bed with my foot getting stuck in the comforter yet that is not the most embarrassing I have done in front of him. This man is my husband and I loved how he loved speaking French as much as I did. I would be lying if I said everything did not sound more romantic in French, which is why I studied French because it is the most romantic language in the world, I practically live on romcoms and romance novels and the occasional crime series... But I am a hopeless romantic, I love when everything works out for the characters and yes, I am the type that

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

he quotes my favourite movie line. He hands me the bouquet and slides the ring in my right ring finger. I am completely speechless. He chuckles at my reaction and places his lips on mine. Each time we kiss, it always feels like my first kiss. I can sense love and affection through the kiss. Before Reed, I never knew I could love someone so much. But he proved me wrong. "I love you, sparkle," he whispers once we pull apart and places his forehead on mine. "I love you, Reed,"

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I am tongueless and felt deserted. His tears keep dropping on my face. "I'm sorry, Ylisha. I love you but goodbye," he whispered and I can't feel my body any longer. It started to become weaker. So, before I lose consciousness. I smiled at him and told him, "Don't cry, I'm the one who must say sorry, I love you too," I whispered in a very weak voice, and blood began to flow out from my mouth.

I asked him, he grinned ear to ear, "It's mean 'love' in Italian word," he kissed back of Maria's hand, "Are you from Italy?" I asked getting completely confused because he doesn't look like Italian, "Oh, No," he said while shaking his head, " I had learned different languages at college, so when I got learn about this, from that day onwards I started calling her Amore, first she got confused and also get mad thinking that I am cursing her in a different language but when she knows what's it's mean, she became all flushed and guilty " Harry laugh wholeheartedly, Maria turns fully red,

"When did you ever feel like you loved me?" "HMP, maybe at Casino Clique when I took off my clothes for you, but I just can't admit it right away because I don't want to admit it and I don't know anything about love. Until Zaki shows what love is, to me. I mean, for him love is about fighting something you truly want, for you, love is about pleasure. Am I right? " "HMP, no, for me, love is always you." "TSS damn!" "I love you always, I've loved you since I saw you again in the limelight and kissed you in the bathroom. Since then, I've been looking for a way to have you. All this time, all I ever think is you, Ian." He sobbed.

He would say, “Your mother-tongues are your boats, and this language – English – is the oar. To sail through the river of your dreams, you’ll need both. The boat,as well as the oar.” Sometimes he would add, “Respect and love English as much as you love the language you were born to. When you grow up, it is this love and respect that will pay up. It is this language which will help you break the bars that society has thrust upon you – of poverty, disrespect and servitude.”

I pleaded as my hands caressed down her hair romantically. “You weren't expecting me?” she asked, frowning a little bit. I knew prolonging the conversation would result in another disagreement. Before she could continue her nagging, I leaned close to her, my lips sucking in the words from her mouth. “I love you,” I whispered, my eyes piercing into hers. I could see the smile tugging by the side of her lips. The knocking on the door disrupted our romantic atmosphere. “Who is it?” I asked, with a hint of frustration in my voice.

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.