Loyal Lover Novels & Stories

That tiny smile felt like sunlight in the middle of a cold storm. I stepped forward and opened my arms. “Come here,” I whispered. He hesitated, like he was unsure. But eventually, he leaned forward and allowed me to hug him. I held him like he was still five years old. Like the world hadn’t yet taught him how to push me away. “May you live long, Liam,” I said softly against his ear. “May your heart always find peace. And may you never forget how much I love you.”

He straightened, swallowing hard, then walked to the liquor cabinet in the corner, placed the empty bottle inside, and took out a new one along with a glass. He returned and sat facing Naomi. She said softly: “It seems you truly loved her, Adham. I don’t think someone would do all this to himself just by remembering his beloved.” Adham opened the bottle and poured Naomi a glass, handing it to her. As she took it, her fingers brushed against his, and her hand trembled slightly. Adham smiled and poured himself another glass. He raised it to his lips, took a sip, then placed it on the table. “I didn’t just love her,” he said. “I was loyal to her. That’s what made the wound in my heart so deep,

With everyone watching him, he pressed a tube of lipstick into my palm and said, "I didn't know you were such a klutz. You didn't even realize that you left this behind." The tone of his voice made it seem as if he were talking to his lover. Tristan's gaze darkened in an instant. He gritted his teeth and demanded, "What are you going here, Xavier?" "Are you deaf? He said he's here to return Luna's things," Dad retorted. However, Tristan seemed to be deaf to Dad's words. He glared at me and asked, "Did you leave me for him, Luna?" I barked out an indignant laugh. "Not everyone's like you, Tristan. Not everyone's a bastard who can't stay loyal to their partner."

Now, I lay on my bed, thinking. People think loyalty is born out of duty. That it comes from oaths, from bloodlines, from the fear of what happens if you disobey. Maybe that’s true for most. But not for me. My loyalty to Kol wasn’t a product of fear. It wasn’t even obligation. It was love. The quietest kind. The kind that didn’t speak, didn’t ask neither did it demand. The kind that watched from the shadows and protected what it could never have. Kol doesn’t know. He probably never will. And if he does, well. He’s never said anything.

he asks me. " I dont know. I guess anyone I would be loyal to for a long time would at heart be a wonderful person. For example, my best friend Sabrina. She is my sister by everything apart from blood. She is annoying sometimes, and sometimes I want to kill her, but I love her. She is fierce over people that are close to her, like me and her parents. I guess what I'm saying is I am loyal to her because of it. I know her heart. It is pure. If she were a queen, I would be glad to serve under her" he explained. He just smiles at me in admiration. "So, you read hearts hunh" He taunts, and I roll my eyes.

Again she snorts at me, “not surprised! Everyone crushes on Lala” I stood there observing the girl, whose tone lacks jealousy at this knowledge. “And how does Loyalty feel about her many admirers?” I asked her. “Lord, he did not tell you her name! Ugh'', she says. “Lala can give two shits to anyone who is into her. As her name implies, loyalty is everything! Nobody but Travis has ever been good enough for her, and I dunno why, he’s as big of a pig as the rest of the football team is. The only difference is, he doesn’t do his dirt local”!

“Yes… I did. Because I know what you need. You need this tight, wet cunt wrapped around your big cock. You need someone who will never leave. Someone who will let you fuck her raw whenever you want.” She sat up straighter, hands braced on his chest, and rode him with wild abandon. Her head fell back, dark hair cascading down her back as she bounced on his dick, her juices dripping down his shaft and soaking his balls. “Look at me, Adrian. Watch your cock disappear inside my pussy. This is what real loyalty feels like..me taking every inch, creaming all over you.”

The souls inside me hummed, my mother's warmth spreading through my chest. "Theron," I whispered. He smiled. It was a small smile, fragile and real, the kind of smile I had rarely seen on his face. "I know I am not good with words," he said. "I know I am not patient like Lysander or steady like Cassian. I know I have made mistakes. More than I can count. But I am loyal. I have never been loyal to anyone in my life. Not to Marcus. Not to the pack. Not even to my brothers. But I am loyal to you."

Fuck anybody else! Love, Loyalty and Unending Queen treatment that's what he was going to show her till his last breath.

So stop dreaming. Just when I thought I could push him away, his grasp tightened as he leaned into me like a lover. "That's true I can't get you those luxury brands to fill your closet. But I can give you more than that." "And what will that be?" I sneered. "Love and loyalty." Please, not again. I just specified my needs. "See Enzo, you're a nice fuck buddy. As long as you are not Hunter MacIntyre, or a man having the same wealth as his, you can't have me. But you can always be my fúck friend."