Love Titles Novels & Stories

"Yeah. I told him 'no' from day one." "At least you didn't fall for his game, you weren't plagued by incredible innocence." Tom praised. "Most girls just don't even know what hit them since they're too enthralled by his attention." "I count myself lucky. I'd hate that feeling of knowing something I really should." I grumbled. "But, what I don't understand is why they don't remember." Tom gave me a sympathetic and patient glance. "Valentine, he's a Spirit user. Have you had a chance to study about them yet?"

I asked as our day together came to an end and I was driving back to the house. "Love is the only word with thousands of descriptions. It doesn't have just one meaning, my child. Love is putting someone else's needs before yours. Love is understanding and respect. Love is kindness and admiration. Love is joy, laughter and humility. It's never unkind and boastful, or hurtful or painful. Love is everything good and nothing bad."

The scent of his expensive cologne and whiskey lingered in the air between us . I didn’t move, I just stared at him …clearly enjoying the fact that he didn't let me work for his attention. It felt like a promo ..buy one and get one free. “You’re beautiful, confident, smart,” he said, voice deepening. “But let’s be honest — this is how things work in our world.” I smirked and lowered my eyes faintly then stared at him again. “Oh?” I replied coolly. “Do enlighten me.” He leaned in, brushing a thumb lightly along my jawline. “Women like you don’t rise through paperwork, Lovia. They rise through... favors.” he whispered , his lips hovering above mine.

But my mind… my past… my reality—they all came crashing in before the word could ever leave my lips. I couldn’t say it. I didn’t deserve it. Not the life he was offering. Not the freedom. Not him. ⸻ My father’s voice echoes in my head, just like it always does. “The richer the man, the more you must give to keep him.” I used to believe that. I was raised to believe that. Love wasn’t something soft or real—it was a transaction. Power. Control. Alignment. Marriage wasn’t about happiness. It was about advantage.

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

I step out of the car and approach slowly, fingers tracing the engraved letters: “Olivia Kingsley, beloved daughter, wife and mother, always in our hearts.” I kneel, resting my hands on the cool stone. A bouquet of fresh lilies, her favorite, rests against the base. I had picked them up on the way here, the soft fragrance a small comfort amidst the storm in my chest.

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Truly she was a good woman, she had a good heart too, no one would want to give the child they love away, but she had done it for my mother. “I have given up on my love for Jeffery since it isn’t going to work, so don’t feel sad because of us, even if I can’t accept you as my birth mother, I still love you as a mother.” I sniffle and got up. “It was very nice meeting you again.” “Cindy.” Louisa got up quickly and looked at me. “If you love Jeffery so much then don’t stop loving him.” Her eyes were still tender, holding that motherly affection I had seen the first day.

The lich turned around and floated towards his cold throne as the girl kept staring at me from the veil of her hair that made it hard for me to see her face. “A weakness the Gods and Goddesses can’t quite get enough of. They just don’t understand that love is a weakness, it makes you take all the wrong decisions and makes you nothing more than a piece of meat with just an iota of intelligence that does stupid things in the name of ‘love.’ It is pathetically disgusting” The lich spat and I could feel the scorn in his voice. He thought love was a weakness and that it made us weak. Then, I was sure he knew nothing about the power of love or maybe he had never been loved by anyone.