Loving Novel Novels & Stories

I knew she was the last person to turn to, but Chloe was the only one who would take me in at this hour, I didn’t want to go to a hotel, I needed to be with someone. She sat me down gently and placed my head against her bosom. It felt good. It felt relaxing. I raised my head slowly, and my face was really close to hers. I placed my lips on hers and kissed her. The kiss moved from slow to fast, really quick. Lois wouldn’t mind, after all, last night was a mistake, and this was a loveless marriage, and I meant nothing to her.

She recalled the day she and Sean were kissing intimately in the bathroom, with James standing even closer to them than she was now to him. Was James’s pain then the same as hers now, unbearable to the point of suffocation? No, his pain must have been even worse. So this was what love felt like. To love someone was to be unable to bear seeing others being close to them or claiming them as their own. But she had hurt James deeply, countless times. Like self-inflicted punishment, she stood motionless in the snow, staring at the darkened window. The next morning, Jessica and James left for the City Hall.

I step out of the car and approach slowly, fingers tracing the engraved letters: “Olivia Kingsley, beloved daughter, wife and mother, always in our hearts.” I kneel, resting my hands on the cool stone. A bouquet of fresh lilies, her favorite, rests against the base. I had picked them up on the way here, the soft fragrance a small comfort amidst the storm in my chest.

I know she would but, I do not feel it in my heart yet. We walked away from the mountains, and back towards Ithaca New York. I cannot wait to return to Chicago, though I know I will be leaving for London first. Not sure, how long I will be gone but, I need this time away. I reflect on our conversation, my head hears his words but, my cold dead heart yearns for someone who is beyond my reach forever. Somewhere in my mind, a small voice whispers ‘this is the reason why every woman you’ve ever fed off you inevitably fucked, admit hunter, you’re craving to be loved again" I refuse to admit this, whoever is speaking in my head is wrong "you need to stop hunt fucking, your heart wants to feel agai

I continue my work and I have a good progress. I decided to email my proposed title and outline to Ms. Amanda and I’m a bit nervous. I hope she will like it. I’m confident with my work but knowing Ms. Amanda she is a very strict and I don’t know what really catches her attention or what her taste about a novel. I decided to make a romance novel about a girl that left on her wedding day to pursue her dreams and after a long time will meet again her past lover.

Plus point! One story caught my attention. Loving my best friend is its title because I was immediately related, so I investigated it. I was shocked when I read the main character was the same woman. Suddenly the pounding in my chest quickened. Does that mean Agatha is open to LGBT? The smile flashed on my cheek again, and I seemed hopeful. Just wait, what am I thinking ??? "Okay, fine. I'll admit I hope we can be. Is it okay ??" I feel like a fool, talking to myself, admitting my hidden feelings for Agatha.

She mumbled from Behind. He held the back of her hand, rubbed it sensually. It was the first time she had initiated something. It was not some very close intimate step but for him it would be beautiful. No one has ever done any efforts for him like this. Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy. It does not boast. It is not proud. It is not rude or self-seeking. It is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongs. Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

Chapter 64– Lisa’s POV The glow of the past month still lingered in my heart like sunshine warming my skin. It had been a perfect escape—just Vincent and me. Mornings filled with soft kisses and breakfasts in bed. Afternoons wrapped in his arms, walking hand-in-hand through quiet parks, stealing kisses in the shadows. Nights tangled in silk sheets, whispering confessions in the dark. But paradise never lasts forever.

I tried to get off the bed and I quickly got site of my favorite novel. I picked it and smelled it. it smelled just like him... lime and... honey.. creepy l know ' That bad honey ' I rolled my eyes as my subconscious spoke but in my bestfriend's voice " now she even interferes my thoughts" I looked at the book dreamily... I know how much it ends but I keep reading it . reciting the day he gave me the book, six years ago 'i heard you loved books...this one's shitty..but it was a last minute so..'

He brushed the front part of my hair and tucked it behind my ear. “You are one pretty lady, you know?” He said," Helena and Edward really have a beautiful daughter to look on" “I think that is the reason why Lucifer couldn’t resist you as well... Well, I guess it is time to know how much he really loves you.” I stared at him, confused. "What Love," I asked frowning "Ohhh, you are lost" he laughed," Damon loves you, you didn't know huh, bad at least be should have told you instead of keeping you in the dark"