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The love I thought I had for him was completely gone. ********************************* Thanks for reading. Please vote 😘😘😘😘😘

Realizing I knew the truth, Regina dropped the act and screamed, “Who’s a cheater?! “Who do you think you are, Vanessa?! Without Jared, you’re just some roadside trash no one wants anymore!” I nodded thoughtfully, agreeing with her. “You’re right. I’m nobody. “But you two… You really are something.” I reached out and gently caressed her bump, watching her stagger backward in fear. “Do you love being the mistress that much, Regina? “You’d carry someone else’s kid, then help them chase their wife back. Is forbidden love really that addictive?”

My hands gripping the side of his hips hard enough to bruise, while his hands grabbed my breast and his thumb pressed against my nipples. "Look at me," he groaned and i twisted my head around to look at him, a strained moan escaping my lips. His eyes were dark and blown wide, and he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing. "I love you," I moaned, laughing and crying at once. "I love you, Wesley. And he doesn't get to have this. He doesn't get to have any of this." "No." His voice cracked. "He doesn't. Fuck! Bowie-“

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

And I want all that from the core of my heart. So for these three minutes when you are reading this, please let me tell you that I love you. I know real love takes time. I know that we might not even date. I know that we may not have a future. But despite knowing that I can’t have the moon, I want to tell the moon that I love you. From far, one-sided, crazy, impractical, stupid, idiotic, but hey, I love you. And that’s all I ask from you. I ask nothing. Yes, each inch on my soul prays that you love me too. But even if you don’t tell me “I love you too,” I love you. Even if you force me to never say this to you again, I will whisper to myself that I love you. Because I do love you. My heart k

he growled, clenching his fist “Why?” I asked and held his hand, he averted his gaze, staring at his former love grave. “I can’t love” he said, “I am just a zombie, My heart died with her years ago” Arthur said, pointing at the grave, he looked at me studying my face, “Just don’t say that again please” “It’s okay” I said softly, “But it just don’t change the fact that I love you. And I am ready to be a good wife” I said, Arthur gaze hardened.

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

A fierce, burning, messy, chaotic love. It wasn't the serene Balance. It was the opposite of the grey. It was a riot of color. It was the memory of Ronan's loud laugh, of Elara's gentle hands, of Kael's sharp mind, of Lyra's shining spirit. It was the memory of Ashiel's sacrifice, an act of love so profound it had become part of the music of the world. This grey nothingness could not have that. It could not have this. The Reaper fired.

"Please. Remain with me. I let out a sound that was half growl and half sob. Sparks flew as I smashed my claws into the steel floor next to his throat, splintering it. Anger and sorrow tore at me, causing my entire body to tremble. "I am unable to—" I let out a gasp. "I'm powerless to stop it!" Even as I resisted and my claws repeatedly tore through the floor, Thorne put both arms around me and crushed me to his chest. Let me stop it for you, then. You're Rin. Mine. Not his. Never his. The flames cooled after a while. But just for a second. Sharp and harsh, the scientist's laughter reverberated. "Dreadful. Do you believe he will be saved by love? Alpha, no. Love is a sign of weakness. Weakne

This love was a strange thing that played with the tune of your senses and made you lazy and left as a brainless person. This was what happened to our Mohini, who was Painted in the colours of LOVE. . .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️