Novel & Cerita Loving Lord

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

he sincerely exclaims while holding the towel in his hand. Paul's sheepish when looking at his eyes. Those hazel eyes never extinguish the burning desire and love for him. His lord wants him for good… he wants him to be with him forever. "M-My apologies. Please spare me, my lord. I don't mean to offend you—" "I understand your situation, Paul. No one should be under the chain of someone that you don't truly love. I am trying my best even it's not enough and provoking for your preference."

So many questions and so little answers. “Okay, so, between the Dark Lord and Fredrick, who do you love more?” He asked, looking between both creatures. The Darklings paused and looked at each other then they looked at Ron. “What is love?” Prince Ron sighed. He shouldn’t have expected them to understand. “Never mind. Answer this then. Who are you more loyal to? The Dark Lord or Fredrick?” “The Dark Lord.” They both answered without hesitation.

The dread lord is capable of love, and also deserves to be loved. He deserves to be loved by someone, and that someone can be her.

he laughed nervously as Crystal smiled through her tears not even bothering to wipe them off. "I would give you that and even more but I don't want to delay this anymore" he opened it and Crystal gasped "I love you Crystal.. You intrigued me the first time I met you. Crystal you are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want to grow old loving you.. Please would you do me the honour of becoming my wife? Crystal will you marry me?" he looked really nervous but he poured all the love in his heart into his eyes and hoped she saw it.

" A little fight at a bar. Nothing to stress about" Damn I'm good! " Is that why you don't want Dad to figure out? Cause it was at a bar?" That could work too. " Yeah. So please don't let him know" " Fine" she sighed and a smile of victory lines my lips. Remind me to celebrate this over a bottle of wine. " So.. tell me about Xavier. Mom says he's hot" Xavier is the first boyfriend lovelyn has ever had and she actually made a choice that got momma proud.

“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.

“Goodness,your lover is not just handsome but a thoughtful and kind one!” “Mother,Father and Rain thank you so much..”Daniel said with a happy and puffy red face.

Like I was the only thing in the frame. "I have been in love with you," he said, "since you fixed a shelf bracket analogy in my head the morning I realized I had been going to your mother's bakery for two years and every single time it felt like coming home somewhere I'd never been." He paused. "I didn't have language for it then. I do now." I looked up at him. "That's a very Dominic way to say it," I said. "I'm aware." "I love it," I said.

— I don't deserve you, love. I looked at the shiny ring on my left hand, the heavy jewelry that belonged to his mother. The words were true, I loved him. I had been falling in love with him since the day he told me I could have the Lamborghini. Possibly even before. I liked the darkness within him, the barely controlled violence. He was the most powerful man in Europe, richer than a king, and he fucked me like he never had enough. I tilted my head to meet his eyes. — I love you, but if you break my heart again, I will rip yours out of your chest and feed it to your pigs.