Love Syndrome Novel Novels & Stories

Now she had no idea if the tears were a result of the forceful swallowing or if they were a result of the betrayal from Lewis. After downing a cup of water till she was okay, Sylvia ran back to her desk, abandoning her half-eaten food on the table. Her chair creaked as she sank into it with a sigh, her hair covering her face. She slowly moved the hair behind her shoulders and ran a thumb over her eyes. She could not help but wonder if she was cursed; maybe that was why she was unable to find true love. First, she thought she and Jonah were in love with each other and couldn't do without each other, only for her to find out years later that he had been sleeping with her best friend.

Considering her emotional state, Lenox agreed. As he sat next to her on the bed, Loraine sat up, her eyes red from crying. Lenox intended to hug her, but Loraine chose something different: she kissed him on the lips. Although he initially felt bewildered and wanted to push her away, he couldn't resist, feeling the pain in her words of apology. Lenox understood her anguish and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, receiving another kiss from Loraine. He didn't want to hurt her, he didn't want her to feel worse if he rejected her.

"You're planning a wedding while Alex is stalking a ghost through Europe?" "I'm reminding the ghost what we're fighting for." He stood slowly. "You really love him." "I didn't at first," I said. "He terrified me. Because I saw myself in him. The loneliness. The ache. The way he kept surviving like it wasn't a choice anymore." I looked Lance in the eye. "But I love him now. And I'm going to marry him. With or without your approval. With or without a kingdom left standing." He studied me, then nodded. "Then I'll give you cover. Get you back into the city. But if Claire gets wind of this—"

My lips met with hers, I got a slight reaction from her, but she did not push me away, so that was good. I moved my lips slowly against hers. She wrapped her hands around my neck, and I placed my hands on her waist in response. Every moment of the kiss was accompanied by ecstasy. Our tongues rolled perfectly against each other, and I felt my dick give a slight stir. God, I love kissing her so much. She tasted like strawberry and vanilla. It felt like I was on cloud nine. We slowly broke the kiss, panting slightly. I looked at her, and she looked at me. I really wanted things to be good between me and Lois, I want her to open her heart to me, I want her to know that I would never do anything

Yet I can't help but push for a solution, an easy way out. "So you are in love with the lady that's trying to kill you, and you guys have already started something?" he questions, as if he can't believe his eyes or ears, and now he's only trying to confirm what has been told to him. I look at Eleanor, the person who brought about all this trouble. Only now do I realize that I wish she had simply died when the enemy shot her. At least then all this would have been avoided, and I wouldn't be in such a dilemma right now. "Yes," I tell him simply.

asked Harriet quietly. "When?" Liam asked. "Just now, when they were holding hands," said Harriet. Liam didn't understand. Reading characters holding hands in novels was more thrilling than when they made love? Could it be that making love to him was no longer thrilling for Harriet? [...X almost lost his breath as he pulled his manhood out of Sonya's pot of pleasure. He climaxes on the stomach of the long black-haired woman…] Liam's body felt warm reading sentence after sentence of the novel. His drowsiness disappeared in an instant.

Lorenzie lowered his head, took Naomi's hand and held it tightly. Naomi tried to keep the smile on her face, although she was cursing Lorenzie in her heart. This damn man.. did he think Naomi's eyes had been damaged to think he and Susan sharing a hot kiss was a misunderstanding? Ah, she feel like she wants to strangle Lorenzie's neck right now. She quietly sighed. Even though she thinks Lorenzie is her first love. But, this damn man.. ah, maybe her mind is too naive that she can't tell the difference between a bad guy and a good guy.

"He doesn't love you. He never will. And when this little fantasy ends, you'll crawl right back to whatever miserable hole you came from." Lorrie inhaled slowly, forcing the stinging hurt down into a dark corner of her mind. She smoothed the skirt of her cream day dress, stood up, and offered Bianca a sweet, blinding smile. "Maybe," Lorrie murmured. Bianca blinked, caught off guard by the lack of tears. "What?" "Maybe he doesn't love me. Maybe he never will," Lorrie said, taking a slow step toward the blonde. She looked Bianca directly in the eyes, her voice steady and dripping with quiet confidence. "But he married me. And he didn't marry you."

Did her mother made a mistake in judging her. After all the money finished, her lover was already sick of her. He called her selfish and a brat before he left her alone as she was too clingy and would treat him like a servant. So, she came back and found out about Felix's marriage. Now she realized her mistake. Felix was filthy rich and she could spend as much as she wanted without any worry and Felix was a gentleman. She could just ignore the scar on his face and could get her lover back too. Her mother was also the one who further pushed her in this direction. She told her that Sunnyw as a stupid girl and if she wanted, she could get rid of Sunny and marry Felix again.

Feelings that I don't want to grow or live for long. "The manor is good," I commented, driving my thoughts away. "You think so? Can we start our honeymoon, then? I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "Stop it, Calix. I thought we won't be having real honeymoon?" "We already had slept together, so what is the big deal? Let's just enjoy this marriage while it lasts," he whispered as his hands crawled to my waist then to the ribbons of my waist. I gasped when I felt his warm lips on my bare shoulder. "You know what, I think I'm addicted to you, Loraine. I love your scent… I love kissing you… I love touching you…"