Marvel Love Novels & Stories

"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.

“Well, obviously there are some rules, the man has to be fitting to your station.” I nodded, Tristan and Lord Leven’s maid came to mind. “But yes Miss Felton, I am willing to consider whomever you choose.” I smiled and my eyes filled with tears. I couldn’t help it. I had been so afraid that I would be stuck in a loveless marriage, with my soul and spirit slowly being crushed. I dabbed my eyes and returned my gaze to Lord Leven. “Thank you my Lord. I don’t know how to thank you. I’ve been so frightened.”

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.

"Marvela, from the moment you stepped into my life, everything changed. Your strength, your kindness, your unwavering support... it's all captivated me. I've tried to deny it, to push it away, because I couldn’t understand how someone I’d only just met could have such an effect on me, but I couldn't. My feelings for you have grown stronger with each passing day. Aside from the fact that the mate bond is there, there’s something about you." I paused, my heart pounding in my chest. I have never confessed to anyone. "I care about you deeply, Marvela. You're the first person I think of when I wake up and the last person I think of at night. You're my safe haven, my partner, my mate." Marvela's e

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 🤭

Marcus suddenly spoke from behind. "I am Mauve. Anything else, I don’t care," I said, my voice calm. "You are really going to shut us out?" he asked, his voice slow and low. "At least Dad and I don’t deserve it. We love you, Mauve!" I froze. It had been a while since someone said they loved me. My fingers trembled for a second, but I didn’t say anything. I just grabbed his arm and wrapped mine around his. He looked shocked, his eyes widening. His brows furrowed in confusion as his mouth parted slightly. He looked funny.

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.

ADINA “There has to be some kind of mistake right? Giovanni cannot possibly be my partner.” I muttered to myself staring at the projected screen. “Why does the universe hate me so much? Of all the people taking Professor Moretti's class, why did Giovanni have to be my project partner?” I scanned the projector carefully hoping the words would magically rearrange themselves but they did not. He was really my partner. “See even the universe works in favour of me” Giovanni’s deep yet smooth voice teased beside me, his grin widening.

Angry, upset, disappointed, hate, exasperation, and great love for her husband. Unfortunately, she was not the type of person who felt uncomfortable being looked at that way for long. Aaron seemed to express all the feelings of his love through his gaze. There was a promise there, and his readiness and patience faced this problem with her. So, she was melting. Again. "You know for sure the reason," she grunted. Indeed, men could not understand women.