Marvel Love Novels & Stories

I smiled and cupped his cheek, running my finger over his scruff as I looked him in the eye. “I believe that it is me who is lucky to be with you” I whispered “you chose me over the thousands of women you were around, you love me despite knowing that you could have any girl on her knees in front of you, begging to please you. The loyalty that we both share towards one another, our honesty, and respect, those are things that I wouldn’t replace for the world” “I love you, my beautiful malyshka” “I love you way more, Vladimir”

I chuckled at her childishness. Meredith the heart breaker. " Like you'll still date him after you find out he hates pandas" " What! It was just one guy. And who the fuck hates pandas? He wasn't worth it " Her love for the fuzzy black and white creatures was onto another level. " Well too sad, the man is married " " Ouch.. That hurt" " Yeah, keep the broken pieces of your heart in your desk drawer. It's a Mr Reid, really tall, blonde haired and tanned skinned man and his wife is so beautiful, she's a red hair just like you " I was out of words to describe the couple.

Anything and everything, we never ran out of topics—celebrities, the fashion industry, music, business, school gossip, until we ended up discussing love. "Maybe that's how it is," I said, looking into the distance, as our conversation shifted to loveless marriages—those unions where people come together for money, convenience, or status but lack love, like mine with Adam. "What do you think?" I asked, looking at her. "Is that how you see it?" I nodded. "Why? So, you don't believe there's someone out there meant for you?" I laughed at her statement. "That's bullshit, Kyra. I thought you learned that by now."

"And I would love to discuss your craft further, if you're interested." "Of course," I reply, my heart fluttering with excitement. "I'd love that." As our conversation continues, I feel a strange sensation. It's as if my heart is melting, my eyes are drawn to his moving lips, and his eyes that hold a world of their own. I'm physically present in the grand hall, surrounded by the chatter of the crowd and the soft music playing in the background. But mentally, I'm somewhere else, lost in a world of imagination.

That she underestimated her feelings for Andrew? No. Eyes on the prize, Liv. She reminded herself. This pretend marriage is all about her revenge for her mother, and nothing more. Iyon ang dahilan kung bakit sa umpisa ay nakigsabwatan siya kay Andrew. It's because of her great hatred for her mother. Her personal feelings should not be involved. Naka-stipulate sa kontrata nila na walang personal feelings ang pwedeng ma-involve habang nasa "contract" marriage sila ni Andrew.

Although she wanted nothing more than to stay with her daughter, Marisa felt obligated — nay, it was an out-right calling from within — for her to enter the fight herself; for love is stronger than fear, and Marisa loved Lovato deeply and the criminal legacy they had chosen together. She charged towards where most of Lovato’s enemies were standing in shock that they had been stupid enough to underestimate this fearless woman who ran against them like a raging bull wearing red combat boots. Most of them began running away as soon as they saw how fiercely determined she was - but not all could escape unscathed or alive…Marisa took out several Mafias before advancing further up top alongside Lo

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓 ? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 🤭

she says with a smile, then kisses me as she pulls out her phone. I must say I didn't think this is where I will be. Like a year ago, if someone had to tell me I'd get married and fall in love with my partner's kid and to top it off it's no a ordinary family, it's a family of two different Mobs, I'd laugh in their face and say 'go eat shit'. But this is where I am. In love with my ex husband's daughter and possibly a Mafia donna due to her taking over the family business. I come back to my senses as she ends the call she was on, I didn't even realise she was on.

Later he asked seriously. My eyebrows met at his question. "No," I answered quickly. "Good. Because she's not good for you." There is silence between us for a second. "There is no such thing as love for me, Trace. And you know it. I don't fucking believe in love anymore. I just wanted to fuck her. Nothing more, nothing less." I said with a devilish smile, yet undoubtedly the inner me. "Then don't act like a crazy man, stalking her," Trace said remarkably.

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???