Love You Mas Novels & Stories

She smiles, snuggles closer and I put my hands around her. ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you more.’ ‘I love you so much.’ ‘I love you so much more.’ ‘I love you so freaking much.’ ‘I love you so freaking much more.’ Yes, we are silly and we like saying these things to each other. We are in love and we are allowed to be like that. People who are not in love can just

I made a face while the girls laughed. Paul was naughty but my mouth was shut too. We keep going on like that for two hours when I suddenly received a text. [Kane: It's done. I did what you ask for.] ***** A/n: moonlight- a slang for novels for first love

Naomi stepped back and studied her work. “I’m done,” she said, holding out a blue mask. I frowned. “What’s this for?” “You’re the flavour of the evening,” she explained. “Masks make buyers curious. Mystery sells.” I hesitated before slipping it on. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognised myself. The woman staring back looked polished, beautiful even, but distant. The blue mask hid half my face, turning me into someone else. “Good luck,” Naomi said softly. “Tonight, your name is Blue.”

"I'm desperate Vee, I won't lie I am." He touched her forehead with his,"I just want it to be how it used to be, except that we are older now and I don't need to hide before I can spend time with you. I just want you and your love, I just want you to love me as much as I love you."

Reo never expected if his love would be reciprocated so quickly. "Jack ... I still can't believe this, but I love you too." Reo rammed his body into Jack's. They hugged for the umpteenth time. Spilling thousands of longing turmoil that had haunted them both this week. "Me for you, and you for me." Jack muttered quietly. He gave Reo a long kiss on the forehead. "I love you, Reo. Really, this time I'm not lying." "I know, Jack. I love you too."

She got up leaving the table pushing down her mother's shoulders who was trying to get up in protest. Kalisa watched her daughter's back shaking her head with a helpless smile on her face. 'Shing.' A frying sound could be heard from within the shop. "Fried chips and mayo sauce, here's your order ma'am. Thank you, come again." Lena heard a male voice from inside the shop and a smile appeared on her face. She lightened her steps stealthily entering from the back. A tall guy stood with his back facing Lena at the counter, his head lowered in concentration as he continously scribbled in a small notebook oblivious to Lena's arrival, as he mumbled something under his breath.

Now think if the two are really lovers, it's well-matched! But anyway, Uri guessed he had a dozen followers, maybe lining up all over Los Angeles. Uri was a man but also admitted that Alex was indeed very attractive, not to mention his family or talent, only by appearance also enough for others to hug him day and night. Uri stared blankly at his large, sturdy back, a strange feeling suddenly rose in his chest. He didn't know how to describe this feeling... it was a feeling of security, sobbing, longing to possess something... or it could be... stir.

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

“I have meetings in Lake Como. So you can explore the resort. My assistant booked you a spa package.” My jaw dropped a little. “What the hell do you even mean?” His head tilted, clearly confused by my outrage. “You don’t like spas?” he asked. “You can also tour and scuba dive if you like.” I stared at him, speechless for a moment, then laughed softly. “Wow. So romantic. Truly a dream. Thank you, my sweet darling hubby,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. He sighed and finally shut the laptop for the first time since takeoff. “Ava, I already told you. This marriage is a formality, it's not a love thing.”

Bowie POV My eyes shot open. The water was still falling around us, steam curling through the air, and Wesley was looking at me like he had just handed me the most fragile part of himself. "Wesley." His name came out barely a whisper. "I love you, Bowie." He said it again, stronger this time, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. “I have been trying to say it for weeks. I couldn't… I didn't know how. But I love you. I'm in love with you."