Loving Me Books Novels & Stories

After taking her packages back to her car, she decided to visit the nearby library until it was closer to dinner time. The serene ambiance, mixed with the energy of the authors who put their imagination and thoughts into a format that the world could enjoy had a calming, yet invigorating effect on her. She thought she’d pick up a light romance to pass the time away with, but found herself diving into a book about haunted houses instead.

It came directly from his heart. This is what I wanted for him right? For Mr Reid to help so he could be free and I'll end up with Mason. But why does it feel so wrong? Why am I having a choked feeling deep inside? Someone turned on the mini stereo in the room locked away by R.City began blasting through. If I got locked away, And we lost it all today, Tell me honestly. Would you still love me the same? If I showed you my flaws, And if I couldn't be strong,

I looked at the big drawing book and opened it. "You look beautiful today." that makes me smile Next page "I love the way you smile right now." Next page "At high school, I never treat you right. I'm sorry." Next page "You always shower me with your love, care and everything but I kept hurting you." Next page "One day that I realise that I start to miss you because you're gone. I was an idiot." Next page "But here you are, sitting beautifuly and I still can't believe that you're mine for 5 years."

Liam stared at her for a while and they moved to sit next to her, he took the book she was reading and saw it was a doctor's course book. "WHEN BREATH BECOMES AIR. By Paul Kalanithi ".He smiled after reading the title of the book. "Not bad".He opened the book and started reading, Isadora dozed off on his shoulder. Some moment later, she woke up and noticed she was resting her head on someone's shoulder, she smelled the familiar fragrance and jerked up quickly staring at Liam. "Um".She sputtered nervously. "You are awake".He places the book on the seat.

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There could be two things in his words: either genuine love or simply lust. I know I am attractive, and men desire to put their hands on me. I grew up being praised, and people often compared Leah to me, so I knew where her hatred came from. Everyone would tell me how pretty I was, how I behaved, and how timid I was—like a noble, elegant, and poised lady. My childhood memories were cloudy. Yet the fact that this was the way of discipline and upbringing that I was given leaves an impression on my mind. To behave like a princess, as I am one.

I don't know how much I have left but I just want to spend my all the time, thinking about him and loving him. I don't want him to think about me, once I am gone. I don't want him to live his life without any partner because of me. Seven years ago, I left him because I wanted him to move on in his life, forgetting me. I lied to him so he would never find me. It was tough for me but I did all, just for his sake. Loving him was never a option, It was need, Need of my soul, Need for being alive.

- I lifted my head slowly, numb, and looked at her. The face I used to love so much now felt unfamiliar. Worse than that, it made my stomach turn. "Didn't you say you always had my location? That you'd come for me the second something happened?" She froze for a split second, then forced out an explanation, guilt written all over her face. "I'm sorry. Things were complicated overseas. It delayed me. I'm really sorry, honey… But it's okay. No matter what happens, I love you." Love me?

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Anyone would love someone they've spent eight years with. So when did he stop loving me? The cold seeped all the way into my bones, and suddenly, I didn't want to confront him anymore. But then, he saw me. The tenderness on his face turned into shock, then irritation. "Amanda? Why are you here? Were you following me? Why are you always so paranoid?" I stared at him, stunned. Paranoid. That word was like a key, unlocking a flood of memories. Three years ago, when I said I wanted to pick him up after work, he had snapped, "Can you stop hovering over me like a paranoid lunatic?"