Loves Comes Softly Novels & Stories

She had tried so hard to fight these feelings, instead it grew more, the roots of love stretching deeper in her heart. She loved this man, there was no need to fight these feelings anymore. Looking into his eyes, she whispered… "I love you George Scott. With all my heart. And I want to stay by your side and love you for the rest of my life"

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

The soft settling of bodies. A moment passes, then I hear soft giggles, hushed and intimate. "I fucking love you," Luke's voice murmurs, laced with tenderness. "I love you too," Tony whispers back, the sound thick with affection. I pull away from the door as if burned. My heart is hammering, not with arousal, but with a sudden, overwhelming wave of disgust.

he said quietly. “Nothing could keep me from you or from wanting you,” I breathed, pulling myself closer across the tub. “You’re not him; you’re not them. You’re nothing like them. Because of you, I know what love is. You’re careful, soft, and gentle. You ask permission, and you always think of me first, before yourself. Everything you do is for me. You love me.” I straddled his lap, feeling his soft skin against mine. “I promise, I could never stop loving you.”

please believe I really do cause words don't come easy I 'm how can I find a way to make you see I love you words don't come easy It isn't easy words don't come easy words don't come easy I 'm how can I find a way to make you see I love you words don't come easy don't come easy I 'm This is the only way for me to say I love you words don't come easy words don't come easy I lifted part of my blouse as I swung to the music: - I know you like women who dance, disqualified. Especially the ones who dance naked.

I whispered, my voice thick. I didn't give him time to answer, I leaned down and pressed my mouth to his. It wasn't the violent, teeth clashing mess from before. It was soft. I let my tongue slide against his, tasting the scotch and the heat, a slow, deep pull that made my head spin. I pulled back just an inch, our lips still grazing. "This is how it is done with love," I breathed.

Everywhere, filling everything. And he whispered. “I love you, Skylar. I love you so much.” As he drew himself closer, I closed my eyes, feeling the soft, warmth of his lips caressed my own. They were softer than anything I have ever known. Soft like the first snowfall, like biting into a cotton candy, like melting and floating and being weightless in water. It felt sweet – so effortlessly sweet.

Each touch of his fingers through my hair came soft, now and then he'd rest his mouth on my forehead like that meant something without words. Only then did I move away, just a little. Close now - so close - I saw his gaze lock onto me, sharp and sudden, like something uncoiled. My lungs froze mid-air. “I love you,” he whispered, the words simple but devastating. “And tomorrow, we take them down - together.” Close up, his lips touched mine without pressure. Just quiet. Without force. Simply there. A breath held between us when he kissed me - soft, slow. Not rushed. Like something certain had clicked into place. This was where it started. Quiet. Sure.

He hisses. He shoves me down, climbing over me, pinning me to the ground with his weight. His face is twisted now, the charm completely gone, replaced by something raw and ugly. “I loved you.” He says, his voice shaking slightly. “Do you know that?” I struggle beneath him, my arms pushing against his chest, but he does not budge. “I would have treated you so well.” He continues, his expression almost pained now. “If you had just said yes.”

she remarked. He chuckled. "I feel happy every day, Ashley. My first love is my work. People fall in love in different ways—some choose a person, others choose success. I don’t need a woman to complete my happiness. I’ve been happy for a long time, and I don’t need love—romantic love to change that," he emphasized. Irritated, Ashley pulled the questionnaire from the folder, crumpled it, and tossed it into the trash. It was clear that she had lost interest in talking to him.