Loving A Book Novels & Stories

I pray not as I may not love Lucian as a man but his friendship is important to me. Maybe I shouldn't have proposed that idea.

She reads a passage from the book and she says: "This is exactly what I've been trying to explain to people for decades. Love isn't a feeling. It's a choice. You choose it over and over." She hugs me when she leaves. That evening, I call Dominic. "The book is working," I tell him. "People are reading it and it's changing their lives. People are understanding that the work is worth it." "Of course it's working," he says. "You wrote the truth. You documented what real love looks like. People need that." When I get home, Dominic is waiting for me. He takes me into his arms and he holds me while I cry from the overwhelming weight of knowing that the book matters. That the work I did to document

She crawled her fingers towards it and grabbed the book. "Ok, so I am gonna read this thing. Whatever the shit it is called." Shama said taking a deep breath. She opened the book. It was written- "Love is a beautiful thing. But sometimes we don't understand if we are in love or not. So the first thing I am going to tell you is 9 signs which show you are in love. Whenever that person is around you your heart will beat fast." Shama looked down at the garden Ansh was still there. Shama's heart started beating faster. She held her hands against her heart and continued reading.

Writing a long book is no small feat, and it is your enthusiasm and encouragement that has propelled me forward, even during the most challenging moments. This book has taken on a life of its own, evolving and growing as I delved deeper into its narrative, characters, and themes. It has demanded my undivided attention, consuming my thoughts and dreams, and I have poured every ounce of my being into its creation. I hope that the love and dedication I have invested in these pages shines through, and that it resonates with you in some profound way.

I believe in love, because it exists, I may not have experienced it yet, but I am not looking for it, I let it find me and maybe it will make me a new person. We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it.

“Your sister is a manipulator, can you see how she's clinging onto the king?“ I heard an unknown voice say. “You think I don't know that? I hate her, she always wants to be ahead of me at everything, even in getting married first.“ She said with a scornful tone. I swallowed nervously, and leaned in to listen more. “If you want to beat her, you'll have to play her at her own game. Make your own moves too. Do you understand?" “Yes I do, but it's not like the king would even notice her. Clearly I'm more attractive than my dumb sister.“ Gwen said boastfully. “Of course, she doesn't stand a chance!“ “But I'm only a maid, why would he notice a maid?“ “You know how the saying goes, love is blind. H

But I couldn't help myself for being upset that I was slowly falling for a criminal, one who's uncle murdered my parents right in front of me. I wasn't sure if I loved him because I have never experienced the feeling before, well not with people who I consider family and I wasn't sure if I wanted to know if I did. It was too early to think that anyway. "He's a bad guy Marlie, he'll just end up hurting me and I don't think I have it in me to go through heartache again, not when I was still to this day hurting about my parents death. That's something I can never heal from, so how am I supposed to let myself go and love someone who in the end will just hurt me?" I asked looking down at the flo

Hannah sighed for the hundredth time. As far as she was concerned that was the only fun thing to do at the moment since all she had been doing was sitting in the lobby of an hotel for the past three hours with the hope of getting a job. She shook her legs and rubbed her palm on her thighs when the person before her finally stood up and trudged in nervously. She totally understood that, she was in her shoes presently and could feel her heart beat accelerate in an underestimated momentum.

They built a beautiful home, filled with art, love, and laughter. Their love story became a legend, inspiring others to follow their hearts and pursue their dreams.

I lay there, entranced by his peaceful visage, feeling waves of love wash over me, until the gentle embrace of sleep claimed me too. ~~~~ Hey there lovelies, I hope Y'all are enjoying this book. Please vote and comment if you do. I'll really appreciate it.