Loves Comes Softly Novels & Stories

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she says softly, her voice wrapping around me like a warm embrace. “I love you just the way you are. I won’t love you more or less because you get boobs and, well, whatever else you’re going to get.” My cheeks flush slightly as I reach out, placing my hand over her chest, right where her heart beats strong and true. “Because I love what’s in here.” Her smile softens, and I see a single tear glistening in the corner of her eye, a testament to the connection we share. “See? You don’t need to borrow pretty words from anyone… I love you too, just the way you are.”

“If you think that I haven’t been aware for many months now that you’re capable of great and terrible things and loved you because of it…” “What?” I ask, leaning away a little, shocked. He laughs lightly and dips his head again, lower now, to press a kiss gently to my neck. “Maybe not from the start,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my skin, making a shiver run through me. “But…very soon after, love – I realized precisely what you were, and I loved you for it.” “And what I am I?” I ask, deeply curious. “Well,” he says, lifting his head and looking me in the eye. “There may be a great deal about us that is dissimilar on the surface,” he murmurs. “I’m…hard, and you are soft, and sweet. And you’re

"Goodbye, for now." Byron whispered, "Dana, I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you to find yourself, for you to love me. This time, I promise I won't let go. I'm confident I can win you over. I'm already your fiancé, after all." After saying my goodbyes to Byron, I boarded the plane. The mountains and rivers stretched out before me, and I knew, this time, I had truly risen from the river.

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

“I’m o⁠utside. I need to talk to y⁠ou.” I froze. Then on​e mor‍e message came thro‌ugh, sof​ter somehow, al‌most pleadin‌g. “It⁠’s okay if you can​’t, right? Just kno⁠w tha‍t I love you s⁠o much.” ‌

Settle. Then— Quietly: “And why are you telling me this?” A long silence. Longer than before. Then— “…because I love you, John.” The words landed harder than anything else today. Even the warrant. Even the threat. “I didn’t show it,” she continued. “I know that.” “I hurt you.” “I chose the wrong side.” Her voice cracked—just slightly. “But I’m telling you now…” “You don’t have time.” “You don’t have options.” Another pause.

Ten-year-old Rhett Grimfang glared at me. I was just about to turn and leave when the hem of my gown became stuck at the corner of the table, tearing it open with a loud rip. "You scheming she-wolf! That was the dress my mother loved most!" Rhett's eyes were red as he stared at me with hatred. "Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?"

"I love being with you like this. The world fades away. It's nice to be able to escape from it." "It pays you back for holding me the way you did last night." "Mm. It's better to give than to receive, but in this case, receiving is delectable." I felt more than heard his soft laughter, and I smiled to myself as he turned to kiss my forehead. "I was right, you are soft under the barbs and spines." "Soft as putty in your fingers, and yours alone." "Mm. Malleable." "Maybe," I breathed. "Certainly easily manipulated." I squeezed my legs together, loving the warmth in my belly. "I never want to leave."

Can't stand the pain in the anal canal. "Jack..." Reo whispered. He looked at the innocent face that was sleeping. "I love you. Really, even when we play, I hurt a lot. It's okay, it's better than you staying away from me." Maybe Reo thought, Jack was still in the subconscious. So he himself dared to say it openly. In fact, Jack wasn't really asleep. He had woken up from his subconscious when he heard a soft sob coming from Reo's voice. However, his eyes had been refusing to open. Not without reason, because Jack just wanted to know what his gay boyfriend was really complaining about.