Loyal Lover Novels & Stories

This is seriously… ridiculously romantic. Alaric chuckled, intertwining his fingers with hers. He led her to the glass railing, gesturing toward the breathtaking view below. "From now on, all of this—and me—belongs to you." His gaze was full of devotion, so intense it made Lena slightly dizzy. But the weight on her finger, a constant reminder that this wasn’t a dream. This was real. A man who loved her beyond measure. A man willing to give her everything. (The End)

"Yeah, she is. She'll do whatever it takes to be part of this world. Ava is just a gold digger, willing to do anything for money." My heart sank as their words hit me like a punch to the gut. The man I thought I loved was agreeing with their cruel assessment. "But why did you choose Ava in the first place?" another voice chimed in—Leo, the playboy. "There must be hundreds of girls you could choose from."

“The difference is I’ll never love you. No matter how many chains you wrap me in.” Rafael’s eyes darkened, but instead of anger, he smiled. “That’s where you’re wrong. Love isn’t the weapon I’m after. Loyalty is. And loyalty, my flame loyalty can be beaten into you.” From the shadows, her father laughed, a hollow, broken sound. “She’ll never be loyal to you. She carries fire in her blood. My fire. You’ll burn long before she bends.” Rafael’s smile faltered. He kicked the man back into silence. “You’ll see. She’ll come to me. They always do.”

She said as she made a pout. Ha-ha, he knew that she had just been trying to kiss his ass, but damn if he didn’t like it. And so, Damian feeling left out had thrown a look that could have had her insides sizzling on fire and left. Their run on the other side had proved to be exciting. Everything about Ryan made her heart palpitate with desire. He was her only love and damn if anyone or anything else was to come in between them. Coming back from her reverie, she lifted the man onto her back and carried her. she would first have someone tend to his wounds before bringing him for questioning. Whoever he was, he was a fearful foe. And if a friend, then he was more than welcome.

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.”

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.

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."