Loving Beyond Measure Novels & Stories

In his room, Raymond and Ara seemed to meet, the man explained the reason why he suddenly left, and Ara also told him about her worries. "Sir, can I ask you something?" "Sure," answered Raymond. "How much do you love me, sir?" ara asked again. This time Raymond didn't answer straight away, he seemed to be thinking because he didn't want his answer to disappoint his lover. "Sir, answer me," Ara ordered. "I don't know, I just follow my heart, after all, love is not a quantity that can be expressed or measured by anything." The woman nodded in agreement at her master's explanation. It was true that love couldn't be measured by anything. Because love is implicit and resides within the heart. "I

he said furiously and ready to fight him but Sandy tried her best to keep them away from each other. "Please naman tumigil na kayo!" pakiusap nitong nauwi sa hiyaw sa kanilang dalawa, "Walang maitutulong kung magsasakitan kayo! Kaya tama na please!" "Who the hell are you to tell me that?! You don't know what we are going through!! You don't know how much I love her for you to compare it on what you have with her to what she have with me!" galit din niyang hasik dito. Ang akala ba nito mas lamang na ito porque ito ang nauna sa buhay ni Honey? Love is not measure by how long you been with a person but how deep you feel about the person who comes along.

I took a deep breath and let my heart answer the question. "The quality of love isn't measured by the number of years you spend together. It's about creating wonderful memories, the ones you hold close to your heart. I've known and loved Noah my whole life, but those last few weeks with Jesse made me forget about my feelings for the Blackmoon Alpha. I could talk endlessly about the things I love about Jesse and the entire night wouldn't be enough to list them all. The goddess made the right choice by aligning my fate with his. Sometimes, I even feel like I don't deserve him due to how good and loving he was toward me.

"I'll love you to eternity.My love for you is indescribable,it warms my heart, your beauty takes my breath away.Now that I have you in my arms I'm never letting you go,our love is too big for this world I'm never letting go of your hand.You my morning,my tomorrow,I've come to realise I feel more than love for you,our love is the oxygen we breath my darling wife,I end where you begin and begin where you end.I miss you even when you're in my arms,even when I feel your breath on my skin I can't die while you still alive,as long as you alive then I'll keep on living inside you." "And as long as you're alive I'll continue to live inside you too."She stroked his jaw. "My love,my angel our love is

He choked. "Then why do you feel odd when I show my love towards you? Why can't you believe that I love you too in the same way? All this question of who deserves what... it doesn't make any sense. When we love someone, we love them with all their flaws and all their virtues. Please don't say such things again." Damini looked away from him and sucked on her lower lip, trying to control her tears.

The morning sun had not fully risen yet, but its light was already slipping shyly through the curtains. “Love…” he said slowly, “isn’t something you can calculate with a formula. Sometimes it comes without any reason. It doesn’t follow logic. But when it arrives, you know. You can feel it. And if it’s real love, it stays. Even when it’s dragged through storms, struck by doubt, or broken again and again.” Gian turned his head then, his gaze soft as it settled on Aurelia. “Like right now. Watching you stand by the stove in that apron, with that grumpy face, and somehow you’re still the only place I want to come home to.”

Not uncomfortable. Important. He looked toward her. “I think that is beautiful.” Ava rested her head against his shoulder. “It is.” Outside, autumn continued arriving one leaf at a time. Tomorrow House continued rising one room at a time. Families they had never met moved unknowingly toward a place that was already waiting for them. And somewhere inside all of it lived the quiet truth that relentless love was never measured only by what it held onto. Sometimes relentless love was measured by what it built for people it might never even meet.

Without fail, I find him beyond the lights, love shining in his eyes and pride etched across every single line of his face. Love is there, waiting, if you’re willing to look for it, to fight for it, no matter how strange it seems or how much others tell you it’s wrong. Only your heart knows what you want, what you need, and you should listen to it beyond everything else. Beyond the hate, beyond the doubts. Love is love. Despite age, gender, or the amount of people. And as long as you are happy, why does anyone else’s opinion matter? It fucking doesn’t.

Then I felt the shift of fabric over my shoulders—her cloak, warm from her body, along with my pile of clothes I had discarded when I shifted. Her hand covered mine in a steady and certain way. I looked at it, then at her face before looking away, when I didn’t pull away, she kept going. “You think grief means you’re broken,” she told me. “But it means you loved. Deeply. Truly. The kind of love this world tries to strip away because it makes you powerful.” Her words landed heavy in my chest, like she was trying to hand me something precious I didn’t know how to hold.

Ever I was engaged, and after this mission, I will get married to Noah, and that is all I should be thinking about: getting back home to Noah and my best friend Kelly. Yet I could still see the look on Leo's face when I stepped between him and Hugo. That brief flash of fear. As if losing me would destroy him. The thought made my chest ache. I forced myself back to reality. Focus, Zena. You came here for a reason. People were suffering because of Hugo. Families were being destroyed. Women were being sold and traded like merchandise. It is not about Leonardo, and it will never be.