Love The Way Lie Novels & Stories

My entire being screams for him as if he is the only reason I'm alive right now. Since then, I've become aware of how unhealthy this is. My love for him has gone beyond obsession at this point, but I can’t help it. I’m too dependent on him, somehow, loving him is almost become synonymous with breathing. I’m drowning from this love and he is the only one that can save me. Our gazes locked for a few seconds before I averted my gaze and cast a glance to the side where some of my family members are standing. I observe them for a moment and notice that the initial surprise from what I said earlier has faded.

My stepmother stepped forward, her voice low. "Emily, I know this is hard to hear, but-" "Don't," I snapped, eyes blazing. "Don't you dare try to justify this. There's nothing you'd say that is excuse enough." Jake's face crumbled. "Emily, please. Let me make this right. I love you. I've always loved you." I laughed again. "Love? You call this love? You lied to me. You've been screwing her. How can you even say that word?"

"I know, love. And I won't rush you. But hear me: I'm never letting you go." He thrust deeper, hitting a new spot that made her cry out. "I love you more than words can say." The confessions poured out like a dam breaking, each word syncing with his movements. Pleasure built again, relentless. Cassienne felt it coiling, tighter, hotter. "Dreston... I'm going to…”

"That's it?" I nodded. "Yeah. That's it." He let out a little, gasping laugh, as if he had not expected it to be that easy. Then, he took a deep breath. "I also want to say. I won't stand in your way anymore." I raised an eyebrow. He gazed into my eyes. "I approve." Lily let out a soft gasp. "I won't fight anymore," Nelson continued. "I can see now that you two love each other. And as long as Lily is happy… I'll be fine with it."

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?"

"Your touch makes me sick. You're nothing to me now. I don't love you anymore." That was the harshest thing I had ever said to him. My love for him had been replaced by pure disgust. He flipped, clinging to me like a lifeline. He refused to let go, as if afraid of losing me forever. "No, I won't let go," he mumbled. "Couples fight, and you're just mad. Once you cool off, we'll talk. Don't do something you'll regret later." Too bad for him, I'd never been clearer. I yanked free and slapped him again. "That one's for Margaret."

For a long moment afterward, we simply lay entwined, our breathing synchronized, our heartbeats aligned. He held me against his chest, and I could feel the rapid deceleration of his pulse as he gradually returned to baseline functioning. "I love you," he said quietly. "Not in the way that normal people love. Not with compromise or negotiation or the acknowledgment of boundaries. I love you in the way that a curse loves its target, in the way that obsession loves its focus. Absolutely. Completely. Forever."

“You okay, my love? That was intense and perfect. I loved every moan, every way your body moved with mine. No regrets?” “I’m more than okay,” I whispered, tracing hearts on her chest. “It was everything I needed sweet and wild, just like us. I love you, Lia. This week at the cabin isn’t the end. It’s the beginning of our shared life. No more hiding or doubting myself.”

Ace nodded, still a bit nervous, but trusting the man kneeling between his spread thighs more than he ever thought it was possible to hand himself over to anyone. “Love you. Love you. Love you.” Tiny kisses were punctuated by these words, over and over, as Liam worked his way across Ace’s scarred chest, over his right shoulder, down his damaged arm. With his lips and words, Liam worshipped Ace’s body, all its perfections and perfect imperfections. “Love you so much.”

Xavier, what else was he planning to strip away from my life? “Ethan... you’re so calculating,” Lia purrs, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of leaves. As he leans in to kiss her again, the scent of blooming flowers fills the air. “It was all for you, love. I promised you the world,” he whispers, her breath warm against his skin. In the fading light, their silhouettes intertwine, casting long shadows on the ground. A sense of anticipation hangs in the air as Lia’s smile illuminates her face. They share another lingering kiss, their lips meeting like a delicate dance.