Love Syndrome Bl Novel Novels & Stories

I love you, I love you too Ash…. (Christabel heads towards where Kelly is seated and converses with her) Eddy right? Dam, he still got it. What do you want, Christabel? Kelly asks. Why so hostile? I come in peace. Can I have what she's having? Christabel says to the waiter, as she moves her seat closer. I saw you talking to Eddy, not sure what he told you, but I felt I needed to tell you something. I slept with Eddy at Jessica's second wedding. Why are you telling me this? Don't believe anything he tells you. Eddy is a liar and a cheat. After we slept together, we kept on hooking up secretly. He promised he was going to break up with you and be with me, but he never did. Remember the night y

He fixed his hair a little and went to have his breakfast. Little did Joseph knew that Theodore and Theo were the same people. Joseph and Theodore, both had thought that it was their fate or the sign from the gods for them to move on. But, they were falling for the same person again. Love sometimes is beautiful and weird. Love becomes beautiful yet torturing when you fall for the same person, again and again, not knowing the truth. Joseph and Theodore thought they were on the new journey of new love. But were unaware that it was the same old love that had been pulling them towards each other all along. The flower of love was yet to bloom. Will the flower bloom for longer this time?

He actually never did anything except mourning for her disappearance. Maze already read his thought and sneered," You never even tried to solve the predicaments with the one you claimed to love the most. How can I dare to fall in love with you then? How can I trust you with my heart when you couldn't take care of the heart of your first love. The one who slits throats without any second thought can never love someone. You can never love someone. Please leave before I end up acting on your will. Please don't force me, I'm not yet ready to accept you," Maze tried to move out of his grip but he held her tight and with tears in his eyes whispered in a barely audible tone, "Then give me one last

He unveiled his beautiful angel,who laid lifelessly.he stared at her rosy lips,her pale cheeks and white skin. Jeremy admired his Mate even more. He turned his gaze to the bottle given to him by DEATH,he opened it and moved it close to her. The content of the bottle vanished into thin air and Jeremy worried it didn’t work. He stood beside Lena looking down at her. Few minutes later Jeremy began to notice some movements from her. Jeremy pulled her up gently,he placed his hands behind her neck and the other behind her tights and carried her bridal style out of the mogutary.

"Should I start my story first or listen first?" "I'll start." Tom told me with a heavy tone. "You need to know what he won't hesitate to do if he wanted it enough." "Then, the stage is yours." He took a deep breath and turned away from me to glance up at the sky as the memory surged through his mind. "Three years ago when we were 14, Eric became the newest renowned ladies' man within the school. Somehow, every female suddenly began really interested in him and he took full advantage of that. One day, he finally experimented on taking blood for pleasure and found the experience exhilarating. But then, the next day, the upper class man – a Moroi no less – remembered nothing of what had happen

On the picture, appeared the both of us genuinely in love with each other before, up until now, and to infinity. A part of me already died three years ago. But no one seems to notice. Maybe I’m just really good at hiding. “Love recognizes no barriers, I know it is hard to remember all the gorgeous memories we had when all the wilted petals of flowers blocked the way, but the only thing that I know I could do was to love you, and love you more- like the way I did when we first laid in the same bed. You gave me a second chance to see the world again through your eyes saying that you’ve laid enough stares to the beauty of your world while in the hospital, which is me. You donated it to me think

If you thought the war between the Grand Alkhemi and Lucian City was destructive enough, my coronation would make blood rain from the beautiful sky. And honestly, I had not expected things to turn out that way, but they did. No one warned me of the trouble I was getting myself into. Not a soul warned me of the danger waiting ahead. Or maybe they did, and I was just too blinded by my love to pay attention to the warnings. I think that's it: the root of my problems —I am blinded by love. But deep down, I knew I was actually blinded by Lust. I remember that day; the day it started to rain blood from the sky.

I say pulling her into my arms kissing her forehead. We lying down is a peaceful silence as we embrace one another after this long day. A silent promise that we will love one another through everything even if we at our weakest. The we have spent getting to know each other felt so fast , as if our body and soul knew each other from a previous life. I couldn't ask for any other life than this right here. "I love you ma, and I'm ready to build our legacy together" I say bringing her lips to mine, kissing her deeply as I promise my loyalty to her. With that we fall asleep within each other's embrace

A blood-curdling scream tore through the air as I plummeted from the skyscraper, blacking out before I hit the ground. "Lily." The camera lingered mercilessly on my mangled form. The voice was unhinged with madness. "You're finally going to die. Don't blame me. Blame yourself for being so vile. "You knew damn well I loved Shane, and you still went ahead and married him! "In this world, only I am meant to love him! Everyone who'd try to take him from me should die!" The screen quaked, the view flipped, and there was Joanna's twisted face, filling the big screen. The footage cut off abruptly.

The Chapter-Titled Being, the thing made of every failure, loomed above her, raising its quill again. Liora clutched her blank book. Her lips trembled. And she whispered, “I loved.” The world paused. Not from force. From truth. “I loved,” she repeated, louder. “And I was loved. Once.” The sentence across her chest cracked, Hairline fractures in black fire, Ashen’s mark flared to life along her spine. And the Inkblade silent until now exploded back into her hand, summoned not by fury, but by memory. Kael’s hands. Ashen’s voice. Liolai’s breath against her neck when she slept. Liora stood. The wound still pulsed. But it no longer dictated, She held her book in one hand, her blade in the other.