Love Without Truth Novels & Stories

The frustration and desperation in his voice as he looks away is so raw and I crawl over to sit in his lap and take his face in my hands and force him to look at me. “I love you too,” I say and see sadness in his eyes as a tear escapes down his cheek. “How can you say that after everything I’ve just told you?” “Because it’s true. Because even though we have literally everything against us, I still want to try. I want to fight. Because this is worth fighting for; you’re worth fighting for.” “No, I’m not, Violet! I can’t give you a happy ending. It’s just not in the cards for me. My life is too messy. You’re already too involved. I’m not good for you. I don’t deserve your love.”

"Oh, Kil, I'm so sorry. You can win her over. Just open up your walls a bit let people in sometimes." "I'm not a lover. I'm a fighter!" Gosh, why did I feel so stupid saying that? "hahaha, hahaha, oh gosh! That was the best! Can you repeat it for me? I'm not a lover; I am a fighter" Treena mocked me repeated what I said in what she claims is my voice. I fell back into my chair, defeated. She'd never accept me. I'm damaged. I'm hard and unforgiving!

The Lord said and she nodded with a smile. Having met other men of the council. Beatrice was now sure that the Lord is the most powerful man she had ever met and had never said much other than when he needed to speak. He spoke so little and when asked a question..he would speak based on facts and not truth. "Do you believe in love Alpha Wolfarine?" She asked to see the Lord sigh. "To love is to deviate from the actual truth Beatle, there is nothing in the word. Just some people trying to act smart to overcome the moon goddess's truth." He said, narrowing his eyes at her.

“What do you mean?” I sipped my wine and offered a faint smile. “Nothing. I am too poetic tonight.” He studied me, searching the layers of a face that never revealed pure truth, then gave up as usual and simply clasped my hand. That night, before sleep, I wrote in my secret journal, words I could never say aloud, If truth is a ship, then love is the storm that sinks it. And I am not a sailor who fears storms; I am the sea itself. **

“No, father!" Darien stood up on his feet.” I don't think Jeri would sit and come up with such a lie. I believe that what she's saying is true, but there might be some mistakes somewhere. So, we need to give her the chance to prove herself, please." “Do you know my issue with you Darien? My issue with you is that you are blinded by her stupid fake love, causing you to keep defending her even if she's wrong. Is this what we call love is blind?" Mrs. Lucinda grimaced at her son.

"You don't lack love. What you lack is power, status, money, freedom, and the admiration and envy of others. How much is a man's love really worth? You're too naive." Austin's voice was anything but harsh, yet every word struck a fragile nerve, leaving Angela shocked and at a loss. Was that really the case? Could external gains truly make up for internal emptiness? But what was the point of having money, status, and the envy of others? "Forget it. There's no use explaining it to a fool like you." Austin turned his head to shoot her a glance. "Where there is no love, there is no weakness. Think about that."

Love is both shadow and light, always present, sometimes unseen. Love is sometimes a heartbeat echoing in the silence of longing. Yet the cruel truth I fear to admit is this: love asks no “why.” Love does not dwell in perfection. Love is the sword that rends every heart, leaving only surrender in its wake. But it baffles me how the very opposite of love can sometimes wear its skin—how longing, loneliness, and unprofitable pain can disguise themselves as devotion. If not tested by truth, they linger as shadows of love, breeding nothing but regret.

Love is the beauty of the soul. *******

Edmond was unfettered in his direction and gave no room for Ace to argue with him. ****** Her legs shivered hearing the word 'daddy' from the child which felt like a curse and she collapsed to the floor. Love calls for vulnerability, openness and truth. Not fear, shutters and feigned indifference. Real love has no lies, no masks, no secrets. It’s just you and that person, bare, from flesh to soul. With real love, it’s no longer bodies that you share, but souls. Because the eyes have seen past all the fleshly flaws, and directly to the soul, it’s no longer about tangibility, but which is intangible. It's the feeling that emerges from inside you that tells you: This is love.