Love X Novels & Stories

I stared at him in bewilderment. " What " I asked him and he smiled. " We can just shower together to save water " he said and I pushed him away. " I would rather waste the water pervert " I yelled and pouted my lips... " I love you . now go shower before I think of another way to shower better " he said and I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. As I rest my back against the door I touched my chest. My heart was beating like a drum. And I could feel all the blood rise to my cheeks.. This is insane. How could love make someone feel this way, I loved this feeling... I loved Xavier....

In fact, I just want to cover up a confused brain. What should I do? What should I do? Does Dad know? "Go ahead. I know." Zhang Guowen seemed to hear the panic in her mind. "There are still thirty thousand..." Liu Liu could not stop, almost broke down and cried out. How can this money be enough? Zhang Guowen closed his eyes in Liu Liu's cry. Thirty thousand? He knew Liu Cui would leave, but he didn't expect her to be so cruel. For Zhang Guowen, life has exhausted all his energy. What is love? He doesn't understand. All he knew was that Liu Cui was his woman, he was a man, and he wanted to support the family.

The effect of my pout on him never weavers. We stared at each other, lost in our thoughts, before Xavier caressed my cheeks lovingly. “I love you.” Just like that, he had me in the palm of his hands. “I love you.” He let out a heavy breath. “We can do this together, my love.” I hummed, burying my face in his chest, enthralled by his honesty. “No more secrets.” “I promise.” ~~ Lu, built like a mammoth, stood broad and proud under the blinding lights of the training room.

he repeated while kissing my neck. "You lie about loving me," I said, he angrily looks at me before speaking. " you can't even imagine how much I love you, elina" and then he kissed me on the lips, running his tongue inside my mouth, I grip his shirt's collar pulling him more closer, our tongue was dancing in perfect rhythm, his hands were squeezing my hips, He lifts me from the floor without breaking the kiss I put my legs around his waist we were standing so close that even air can't pass through us.

Men like Xavier speak in load-bearing sentences without ever checking what they're holding up. I turn in the chair and look up at him and let my face do the thing it's so good at doing. I give a soft, grateful, a little breathless face of a woman hearing exactly the words she's always wanted and I say it back. And God help me, some ruined, girlish sliver of me still means it, even now, even with everything already coiled and waiting beneath my skin. That's the particular horror of loving a man like Xavier. The love doesn't die when you decide to destroy him.

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

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I love you. *

I said looking directly into the man's eyes, and believe me when I said he had the features of a celebrity that's so true, and hearing his voice almost made me smile so wide. He smiled hearing that and nodded. We stand there in silence. Listening to the sound of rain. I don't want to rush anywhere. Just standing here, my voice inside me keeps shouting to just stay some more time. So that's it, I decided to let it be. And after a while the cold increased, instinctively I tried to warm my hands. Seeing that, the man offered, while taking out a smoke from his pocket, “Want a smoke.” I looked at it, a smile rose on my lips, “why not, a warm smoke is perfect for a cold rain.” I said and took dire

Eyes that held no shadow of manipulation, no hint of dominance or power play—just a quiet, steady sincerity. “I love you, June,” Xander continued, the words falling like leaves from a tree, unforced and true. “I really do. And all I need is a chance. Just one—to show you that you matter more to me than you’ll ever know.” June opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her heart was thudding, fast and heavy. Everything inside her screamed for calm, for distance, for walls. But something in his tone the way he said “love,” the way he didn’t rush her or try to paint himself a hero made those walls tremble.