Love Story In English の小説・ストーリー

Their love story would never come to an end, in fact, it was only the beginning. *** THE END ***

He holds her hands tightly and continues,”Only as a friend, I know that you have feelings for me, but I am not that lucky one to be with you, I am extremely sorry but I can't accept your proposal, I can die for you but I can't love you because that's not what I am made for, please understand me” His answer actually shook her which I could notice from her expressions and the mug fell from her hands to be scattered in pieces,”Blythe, are you fine ? , Blythe are you listening me ?” he asked in a worried voice, to which she replied trying to keep calm,”Fine, but can I know the reason why you can't love me, is it my mistake that I expected too much from you or is it mistake of destiny that I met

The tie clip inside was still delicate, and the card read: Safety, health, and mutual trust are the best marriage. After reading it, Shen Zeyan gently hugged me. Instead of an expensive gift, he took out a family agreement we wrote together: Communicate frankly immediately when encountering any problem, without hiding or bearing it alone; Trust each other firmly and not be influenced by external rumors or malicious videos;

When I sat beside her, the world seemed to shrink until it was just us. She reached for me, her arms wrapping gently around my shoulders. The warmth of her touch grounded me in a way nothing else could. “John,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “If we don’t make it—if we die—I need you to know something.” Her words faltered, caught in her throat. I waited, afraid to breathe. “I’ve been in love with you,” she finally said. “Since the day you sat next to me on that plane. I didn’t know how to tell you. I was scared… of the timing, of losing you, of saying it too late.”

My mouth widened, and my eyes flickered continually. "I don't believe in love at first sight, but you changed my mentality when I met you in Italy. The way you smiled gave my heart its first fluttering wave. Your beauty shines more than the stars. We met coincidentally for the first time in Italy, but after seeing you in England, I believe it's fate. Please, be mine," he professed, locking eyes with me.

Their love was a work of art, a masterpiece unmatched and unrivaled. Their lips broke apart, gasping for air. Eyes locked, souls entwined. Forever sealed. "I love you," Alexander whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. Roselyn's smile radiated, her heart overflowing. "I love you too," she replied. Their lips met again, sealing their fate. Forever entwined. One. In that moment, nothing else existed. Only the gentle touch of their lips, the beat of their hearts, and the love that bound them together.

Just as Reynold reached the hospital entrance, Monica appeared, blocking his way. She said, "Reynold, I've been waiting for you!" She approached him with tears streaming down her face. "Is Adrianna upset with you because of me? I know it's wrong, and I hate hurting her, but I love you! I need you! I can't live without you!" She suggested, "Why don't you just divorce her? Then, we can be together openly, without hiding anymore."

Their story becomes a testament to the enduring power of love. In the end, the beginning of a romance is just the start of an incredible journey. It's a journey that holds the promise of continued growth, shared dreams, and a love that stands the test of time. As the story unfolds, the couple discovers that their love story is a beautiful tapestry, woven together from countless moments, shared dreams, and unwavering commitment. And they continue to write their love story, one chapter at a time, knowing that the best is yet to come.

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.

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.