Love Under Lock Novels & Stories

Their love was a work of art, a masterpiece unmatched and unrivaled. Their lips broke apart, gasping for air. Eyes locked, souls entwined. Forever sealed. "I love you," Alexander whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. Roselyn's smile radiated, her heart overflowing. "I love you too," she replied. Their lips met again, sealing their fate. Forever entwined. One. In that moment, nothing else existed. Only the gentle touch of their lips, the beat of their hearts, and the love that bound them together.

"Let me see you shatter." Isla's release hit her like a lightning bolt, her body convulsing around him. She cried out, her voice mingling with his as he thrust through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure. As their hearts raced and their bodies cooled, they remained entangled, their sweat-slicked skin creating a natural bond. Isla's eyes shone with adoration as she gazed up at Liam, her lips curved in a satisfied smile. "I love you, Liam Lockwood," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "I love the way you make me feel, the way you push me to explore my desires."

She won't hurt you. I made a slight retreat to gaze at him, scanning his eyes for the assurance I desperately needed. All I could see was a man struggling against his demons, willing to do anything to protect me. I whispered, "I have complete confidence in you," with a racing heartbeat. With a hunger that was not expected, Locke bent over and leaned into mine, his eyes darkened. He felt the urge to do so. This is the desperate kiss, it was full of our buried emotions. It was a kiss that spoke of promises, fears, and an unshakeable love.

Somehow, my instincts led me into his study, where I found a jewelry box sitting on his desk. When I opened the box, I saw a diamond ring. As soon as I picked it up, I noticed the "E" carved onto the diamond. It turned out that William truly loved Elaine to the point that he wished to marry her. He once told me that he'd consider marrying someone one year later. It was just that… I wasn't the one he wanted to marry. I was so disappointed that I trembled violently. Finally, I broke down and slumped to the floor while sobbing out loud. I could only clutch my chest. My heart throbbed in extreme pain, as though that could miraculously tide the pain over.

Power asked, already knowing the answer would come only after Love broke or transcended. In her crystal prison, Love whispered names she could speak but not feel: "Kieran. Dimitri." The isolation lottery had begun with its worst possible winner. Or perhaps, its most necessary one.

They were holding hands, and they looked incredibly sweet. The next photo showed them locking a padlock on the wall, and the last photo said it all—they were kissing with the padlocks in the background. I read the caption and hashtags before exiting my I*******m. "Our love for each other will be forever lock." It had a padlock icon. #Love #Paris #Honeymoon #Kent #Aria #Marriedlife "I think I need to do something to stop this pain." And I held my chest.

Lock stops talking as if she is reluctant and not knowing whether to say it or not. “What happen. Then what did the love do that made him like this?” Dr. Lash urge her to continue and Mr. Lock sighs as she continues. “That means… The mate didn’t love him back. Either she didn’t love him back nor she found another or had been marked by someone. If love… he still had time to heal himself but if mark… Then, there was no hope for Jack to live because what’s done is done. He lost her and there’s no way he will survive until spring so…

Her warmth quickly swallowed my length. "I love you" I whispered in her ears. She smiled in tears. "I love you too" Our tongues tangled in a passionate kiss as I rhythmically stroked inside her. Her legs tightened around me and her nails dug deeper into my skin as she shattered with a beautiful scream. I followed closely after and our heads rested on each other, our breaths fanning our sweaty faces. She opened her eyes when my cold locket dropped in front of her. I had pushed it on my back so it doesn't bother us.

Dian POV We barely made it through the door. My hands were on her before the lock clicked, pushing her coat off her shoulders and pulling at the hem of her gown. She was doing the same to me, tugging my hoodie over my head, her nails scraping down my chest like she was making sure I was real. "Fuck," she gasped as my mouth found her throat. "I missed you. I missed you so much." "I know. Me too. I missed you every second."

I froze. He pushed himself off the door and took a few unsteady steps into the room. “It’s everything.” His voice was rough, jagged at the edges. “This marriage. This house. This life. Seven years, Elena.” He looked at me then, really looked at me, and there was something raw in his face that made my chest tighten. “Seven years tied to a woman I can never love.” For a moment, I could not breathe. The words struck me harder than I wanted to admit. Harder because they were not shouted in anger alone. They were too honest for that. Too tired. Too real.