Lovers Faith Novels & Stories

He took a deep breath, attempting to control the storm brewing within him. “I loved your mother more than words can convey, you don't know how much I missed her,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t question my feelings or motives. You’re too young to grasp the complexities of adult relationships.” But before he could continue, his daughter’s grief-fueled defiance took over. “Did you really love my mom? Or did you only marry her because of her wealth!” Elissa shouted. ‘slap’ In a surge of frustration, Alfredo’s hand met her cheek with a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, leaving an eerie silence. His eyes widened, realizing the weight of his actions, while his daughter’s tear-str

Her black eyes reflects the new moon above the only opening central hole on the decorated roof as she chanted raising her old hands up high as her grey hair and wrinkled face slightly shook. “The heavens declare this day, the earth witness this hour. Memories unto Memories, life unto life. Who knows the strongest force? Who has seen it? Who has feel it? Let today by the mixing of blood: by the fusing of two souls be as one as the previous owners of the Red-blooded armour in strength and in unity… “ “Sounds like we are getting married.” Flavius whispered as he kneel with one knee and his upper body slightly lowered. “Shh. Don’t make a sound during the ritual.” She whispered also in the same p

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"Don't worry. It will be fine. You will get married one day your family will remain in the past." Faith looked up and smiled. Sometimes Faith forgot that Ruth was purely human breed and not a wereolf like her. Terms like mates and matebonds were unknown to her. But what she said was true. Once Faith finds her mate, her family will only be in the past. "Can we cut short the lesson today? Only by ten or fifteen minutes? I will get some time to relax." Ruth's expression itself was enough to tell her that it was not possible, her next words confirmed it.

"What do you mean you love me when I am not your lover?" "Come on, baby. I love as well as whoever my lover is going to be. I love the two of you. Don't you know love does not inform you before it starts living in your house?" Faith said with a grin. Eunice was confused. "What do you mean?" "Never mind. Let's do as you planned and get out of here on time," Faith said and wiggle out of the dress and shoes on her and packed it in a bag, then put on her pyjamas.

I watched her for I don't know how long, minutes or maybe longer. My heart was pounding so hard I was scared it might wake her up. The words were right there again, sitting on my tongue. I love you. Just three words and that was all. Three words that should have been easy. But every time I opened my mouth, something closed in my throat. I could feel the familiar fear of letting someone in creep in again. I always believed loving someone meant giving them the power to destroy you, at least that was what I learnt from my parents relationship.

After a few moments, Austin's sobs began to subside, and he looked up at his mother, his eyes red and puffy. She smiled softly, her eyes filled with love and encouragement. "You know, Austin, love is worth the risk. It's worth the possibility of getting hurt, because the alternative is living a life without love, without connection, without joy." She paused, her expression serious. "Don't give up on love, sweetie. You deserve to find someone who loves and cherishes you for who you are." Her gaze fell on Emilia who stood by the door to the kitchen watching mother and son. The younger woman was smiling at them before returning back to the kitchen.

“I’ll love you in sickness, health, thickness, lankiness—whatever you throw at me. You could gain two hundred pounds, and I’d still think you were the most beautiful woman alive.” She scoffs, but I can see the pleased smile she’s trying to hide. “Save your vows for the wedding, Knox.” “Those aren’t vows,” I correct her. “They’re facts.” “What’s the difference?” “Well, facts don’t need faith. They just are. Vows are promises about the future, things you hope you’ll be able to keep. But what I just said? That’s not hope. That’s certainty. I have all the faith in the world in my ability to keep loving you no matter what life throws at us.”

“Every time I looked at you, I hoped.” She chuckled. “I thought I’d spend my life behind walls.” “You tore them down with your voice.” “No,” she said, standing to approach him. “We tore them down together.” Their kiss was unhurried. It didn’t spark a fire—it kept it steady. That night, as stars blanketed the world, Isabella wrote a new scroll—one of unity, to be added to the Covenant Archives. Its first line read: “Faith is not a throne—it is a bridge.”