Loved By Loveless Novels & Stories

“Hurting you.” My throat tightened. Loveth stepped closer. “He doesn’t want you, Novah. He never did. You’re not his type. You’re not anyone’s type. You’re just… background noise.” The words landed like bruises. One after another. “Just accept it already,” she whispered. “You’ll never be her. You’ll never be me.” I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. And Loveth smiled. Because silence was the victory she came for. --- When she left, I stared at the closed door for a long time.

ulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its

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The bartender asked, getting annoyed with me. " Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you.

Gatlin asked isn’t it because of love they are in this stage. “I loved the wrong person, Gat it’s mom’s fault to love and believe wrong person, love is not bad thing” Lucy didn’t want his son to live his life in hate she knows Gatlin need someone to love her son is so good that he deserved to be loved a Limitless Love.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

The girls standing around me, nodded their heads in approval and started holding hands with each other, closing up the circle. "During my discourse on an issue your love life is facing, you are to drop an item the targeted lover had gifted you and add a log to the bonfire. But beware; for said lovers must be mutually in love with you- otherwise the spell of trust won't work. Said lovers must be mourning your loss- otherwise the spell of love returning from death/ distance/ illness won't work. Said lovers must be blind of your love to be given sight of it- otherwise it won't work. Said lovers are to be wicked to be given forgiveness, are to be delicate and feeble to be given strength, and sai

Onur-Love wins, and the forbidden apple is sweeter than everything, only we know that because we experienced it. Lenor-Let everyone gets such love.

His presence turned more malicious because he could never even think of loving someone, except for his wife…Noelle. “So you want me to fucking love you?” he grabbed her jaw and forced her head upward to look at him. Her glossy eyes met with his ruinous ones. “You did all of this to get loved by me? Fine….” He pulled her face closer, almost brushing their lips. Her tears continued to wet her cheeks. “You will get what you want, Nina Halzen but in my fucking way,” he glowered at her and her soul froze when she felt him gripping the zip behind the dress she was wearing.

Together, they wove a tapestry of love, each thread intertwined with the others, strengthening their bond with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered promise. Their lovemaking was a symphony of sighs, moans, and the soft rustle of skin against skin. It was a celebration of their love, a defiant stand against the darkness that had threatened to consume Vivi. In this moment, they were invincible, their love a beacon that illuminated the shadows, rendering them powerless.