Loves Comes Softly Novels & Stories

The elevator doors slide shut. Quiet returns. But it doesn’t feel empty. His scent still stays behind. I exhale slowly. Once. And only one thought refuses to leave my head. Sia. That infuriating bastard

Under the blanket, we made love. It wasn't rough; it was soft, as if both of us were trying to memorize the feeling of being in each other's arms. "I love you." He kept whispering the words of love in my ears while moving inside me as gently as he could. This gentleness was beyond any pleasure; it was the peak of satisfaction. I knew he was a rough man in bed, but right now, he had softened himself for me. I enjoyed this pace, this softness more than anything, and he knew exactly how to handle that.

You simply taste like home to me; everything I love delivered on the softest, most kissable lips in the universe. Your arms immediately go around my middle as I press my big, soft breasts against your solid chest. You wrap me a tight hug, reaching down to gently, but possessively, squeeze my ass. You hear me moan softly and I know you are smiling as I feel your lips curve against mine. Our bodies are pressed tightly and my body softly curves into yours. My lips find your neck and I lick the soft skin behind your ear. "I am so glad you're home." I whisper in your ear.

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

“I want us to be partners. Real partners.” His hand reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. The touch sent warmth through me, and I swallowed hard. “I’m scared,” I admitted. “I don’t want to get hurt again.” Damien’s eyes softened. “I’m not here to break you. I’m here to protect you.” ⸻ Days passed, and with each encounter, I felt the walls around my heart soften. Damien’s steady presence, his quiet strength—it was different from anything I’d known.

if only i can. "What if.. what if.. I already love you?" He asked me. My fvcking heart won't stop its wild beat and I know it sounds so gay but fvck! Butterflies on stomach is fvcking really! Oh my! Oh my! Oh my! I didn't see this one coming. I crossed the distance between our faces and gave her a kiss. Making her feel that I am feeling the same. I've been in love with her for a very long time, ever since I was fourteen and she's sixteen.

Power disguised itself as pleasure. “Nothing interests you?” Hugo asked quietly. “I’m married,” I replied flatly. He chuckled. “Marriage has never stopped powerful men.” I ignored him. Then the auctioneer’s voice rose above the noise. “And now,” he announced dramatically, “the highlight of tonight’s collection… the diamond of the evening. Welcome… Blue.” She stepped onto the stage. And everything inside me froze. The room blurred. Conversations faded. The world narrowed until nothing existed but her. Black dress.

“Chloe, the doctor said Hendrick isn’t going to make it. He’s been calling your name. Please, go in and talk to him.” When I walked into the room, it was like Hendrick sensed my presence. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I stood over him, our roles reversed, everything completely different from before. Hendrick tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper. I had to lean in close to hear him. “Chloe, did you ever love me?” I looked at him and replied, slowly and clearly, “You don’t deserve his heart.” After the bidding meeting, I received a flood of offers from different companies, but I turned them all down.

SELENA'S POV The sun rays escaped the guarding of the curtains and trickled on my face causing me to stir awake, turning and tossing on the huge comfy bed. I sat up and glared at the curtains for not doing its job properly. I wasn't a morning person and I hated the sun. Jace wasn't in the room... great! You scared him away with your blabbing. I just hope he didn't hear me confessing my undying love for Lee Yeon in my sleep.

“Well, take it from us—love isn’t about grand gestures. It’s the little things.” Her husband nods. “Like when she steals all the blankets but then pretends she doesn’t know what happened.” She playfully swats his arm. “Or when he ‘accidentally’ makes too much coffee just so I have a cup waiting.” Sebastian nudges me. “That sound familiar?” I pretend to think. “You mean like how you pretend you don’t like sweets but somehow finish every dessert I make?” He grins. “Guilty.” The woman leans forward slightly, eyes warm. “The way you two look at each other… you already have it.”