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Avadesh said and Agnishikha looked at him with a questioning look but because of darkness he can't see her face " and who said that this will be a girl? "Agnishikha asked him " I know! I am the father "Avadesh said " but I'm the mother. I know that it's a boy. This time we will have a boy. "Agnishikha said " boy or girl it should be healthy and fine. " Avadesh said hugging her " Finally our Love story is successful and not incomplete. It took us two life's to be together and happy. "Agnishikha said and Avadesh kissed her forehead The end

she asked exasperatedly as she begrudgingly walked back to her bed and started opening the scrolls of love again. She sighed and choose one of the brightest scrolls in front of her. She figured that the brighter the scrolls were, the greater the love shared. The scrolls of love contain stories. Stories of the matches, pairings, her mother, and all the former goddesses of the moon had made. The scrolls record everything the match had to undergo for their love, how they met and how they ended. Some of them end up happily but the ones with the greatest love shared mostly end up tragically.

Kain whispers into my ear, his breathing heavy as he holds back his wants and desires while my body gets used to being invaded like this. Nodding hazily, I mumble an almost incoherent, “I love you, Kain.” “I love you too, Liam.” Kain’s gentle confession, followed by a passionate but tender kiss, has me lost completely in the moment's bliss. Even the pain from this being my first time pales compared to the joy I feel from finally being claimed by my lover.

~~~ ******************************** So finally this beautiful journey of q magical and fairy love tale came to its first destination. Their long quest for true love ended on each other. Enjoy it...I'll soon come with their future journey. Till then wait. ~~Shrinkhla Singh😊😊😊

Hello Forbidden Love Stories Readers and Fans. I like to know what kind of story or tales would you like in this book next. I was thinking to go back to our starting days of the FLS sensual short stories of 1-3 chapters. If you agree, Like this chapter and leave comments and your opinions. I have many amazing full of lust and love short stories ready to go live for you guys. These are all my personal favorite premium short stories which I have been saving for days and it is time this gold comes to light to meet the readers.

She looks so fragile in that moment. So this is what he likes? My eyes snap to hers. The look in her eyes says otherwise. Love? “I’m not sure you’re capable of that, Sharon,” I say. “You only know how to love yourself.” Silence settles between us. Cold. Final. “We’re over,” I say, pulling the ring off my finger and throwing it at him. I pick up my purse. My luggage. And walk toward the door. “You’re unlovable, Anastasia,” Tristian says behind me. “Men don’t like women like you.”

] [Don't care, don't care — this ship is locked and I'm swallowing the key! [From now on, there's no villainess in this HE — just two people in love!] [Ladies and gentlemen, I declare this story's title is "Making Love," NOT "Making Hate"!]

“Let them see. Let them watch how I love you. How I claim what’s mine.” She moaned, and her legs wrapped around me. And then I was inside her. We made love like animals under the moonlight—raw, aching, passionate. I kissed every inch of her, told her I loved her with every thrust, every moan, every breath. “Mine,” I whispered. “You’re mine, Lisa.” “Yes,” she cried out. “I’m yours, Vincent. I love you!” Those words made my soul explode. “I love you too,” I gasped, pounding into her harder. “So much… too much…”

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?"

“Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.” “Oh?” “He told me about a woman he once loved. Your name came up.” My breath stopped. I tried to play it off. “Lots of Josephines in the world.” He chuckled. “Yeah, but… something about the way he talks about her. Like she was the one thing that kept him alive even after he lost her. He said he dreams of her still.” That night, I didn’t sleep. I pulled out the box under my bed and reread every letter. My name in his handwriting. My picture drawn in his style. The vows we made under that oak tree.