Lovers Script Novels & Stories

Then the guide descended the staircase slowly, leaving behind a scene of rare love, a moment where time seemed to melt away, engraving itself into the memory of every lover— a dream realized for those on the ship, and a dream that would remain for every heart longing for this vessel, this journey: the Ship of Lovers. The island remained, a steadfast symbol through time, a witness to the lovers’ stories, a heart that pulses with life and romance, restoring love to its fullness, its fidelity, stripped of any impurity that might tarnish it. Adel and Naomi descended the staircase to the cabin, followed by the other lovers, and the ship began to move slowly through the waters, its deep hull groan

Stay with me. He kisses my shoulder. — I'm staying. Outside, the house awakens. The servants begin their work. In the west wing, another woman opens her eyes to her own solitude. Here, in this room, two broken lovers try to relearn how to love each other. It's fragile. It's imperfect. It might be doomed. But it's us. For now, that is enough. ---

Nosa smiles to hear Gladis is no longer crying. "Show me that you really love me, baby." Gladis whispers suddenly in Nosa's left ear which makes her body's fine hairs cringe. Gladis kisses Nosa's lips, while her hands encapsulate Nosa's oval face. He stroked the face while giving a soft kiss repeatedly. Nosa reciprocated the kiss. Gladis gently pulverizes Nosa's lips, only to reply with a light kiss. Nosa retaliates with no less heat, unable to contain the passion generated by Gladis, Nosa tries to keep up with Gladis's increasingly hot game.

The prophecy Locks of velvet night A blaze to dark enlight Eyes of light Heart of might Phosphorescence of might inbound. The witch and the seer, a pair confound A love so rare to ice be bound A witch of might to face the hounds.

“Widowed is good. Widows get access and sympathy in equal measure, and nobody asks a widow why she’s alone. But reserved is wrong. Make her warm. Warm people are invisible, because everyone’s too busy being flattered to examine them. And give me a dead husband with a personality, someone specific I can be fond of in public. Grief is only convincing in the details.” She’d improved it in ninety seconds. She improves most things I build in about ninety seconds, and I’ve stopped resenting it and started budgeting for it. “Fine,” I said. “Elise Caron, warm widow. I’m Laurent. We’re recently together. Discreetly.” “You’re always recently together with me. You should try besotted. It reads as harml

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

All proper in public, different in private. [You still want to marry him?] [Bestie, I tested another one. No good.] [Your taste is terrible. But don't worry, I'll screen all the trash for you.] [He just asked me to a hotel. LOL. You really liked this guy?] [Don't worry—I've already tried him out for you. You're welcome.] And then—the wedding. Sophia's first wedding. [Bestie, I prepared a surprise for you. You'll never forget it.]

“Let them doubt. Let them wonder. Let them think whatever they want. At the end of the day, I go to your bed. You sleep in my arms. You wake up filled with my love. You belong to me. And nothing anyone says or thinks will ever change that.” “I belong to you,” I whispered, pressing myself against him, feeling his heart beating steady and strong for me. “Only you. No matter what they say.” “Good,” he kissed me soft and sweet, sealing the promise between us. “Now come on. We’ll go out, be seen, act the part. But remember… every look, every touch, every breath… it’s all mine. And tonight, when the doors are locked and it’s just us… I’ll remind you again. I’ll make sure you feel it so deep you ne

Since that's the only other place she knows the road to. I kept on walking for a while my mind drifting off to when she shouted I love you, and I swear I felt my heart in my throat when I heard her. She can't love me, I don't have it in me to love anyone back... I tried the first time but it was all in vain. It was terrible actually, it ended like a fireworks show. Jade, just the thought of her name made my jaw clenched and unclenched unknowingly. That bitch, I trusted her with my life, but she came back to bite my fucking ass hard ripping off my heart in the process...

Back to sipping wine. 🌷🌺❤️❤️❤️ They lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all their own. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel his desire, he hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape forever into that universe around them.