More Powerful Word Than Love Novels & Stories

Making sure he's alive enough for me to say this last thing. "All these years you tormented me. Took everything important away from me. Forced me to stay away from my mate, and killed all those that I love. You became so obsessed with power and vengeance that you didn't stop to see how it affected those around you. Your obsession with destroying my life that you failed to see where true power and strength comes from. Unlike you, I draw my strength from my loved ones. Love will forever be more powerful than anything else in the world. So it's only fair that I take away the one thing that means the most to you. Your power. I hope you rot in hell."

You have always been. Love is a vulnerability that can be taken advantage of. I responded, "Love is not weakness," with a forceful but slightly depressed tone in my voice. "Love is power. It offers us motivation, strengthens our will, and equips us to defend what is most important. Deucalion's face contorted into an evil grin. "We shall see how far your love and determination take you, Seth," he scoffed. You best have her ready the next time I come back, or you'll pay the price.

Dominic kissed Violet's cheek, he smiled sweetly and said, his voice deep and husky seductively, he asked again because he wanted Violet to answer: "Violet, do you understand?" "I know..." - Violet frowned slightly, looking down at her hands that were clasped together because of the tension and sweat. Dominic and Violet are a young couple, Dominic's physical strength is completely superior to that of a normal man, almost every night he presses her down to make love, and the two of them passionately make others jealous. But Violet's physical strength could not keep up with Dominic's, so by the time they finished, she was so tired that she would sleep until noon the next day.

******** The power of love so talked and boasted about, is never seen but certainly felt. What is less popular and rarely spoke of is fear of love, wrong doings of love, the love as destructor and the forbidden, bitter spells of love which are not as enchanting as they seem to be. ********

Love. A word that means different things to different beings. Sometimes taken as a feeling while other times as a promise. Something that is expected in all kinds of relationships. The absence of which doesn't spare the end of any bond. A powerful tool that conquers and moulds hearts so much so that it influences its own beat. A mood that either makes you fly of happiness or cringe in pain confusing even the most intelligent organ of the body.

I say finishing his words. “Exactly. Love is what brought the humans and the werewolves together. Love is the most powerful weapon we have against our enemies. it may sound naive, but I have seen the transformative power of love in action. I am living proof.” He says his last sentence with his palm slightly grazing mine. “I know it can make all the difference. Love has the power to break down barriers, to heal wounds. Love is what will save us.” He finishes. Silence. Before Colton speaks

’ ‘Alright dad. That night Chief James secretly told Mirabel to call her sister and invite her over for the surprise party they are holding in Justice’s and Sharon’s honour. Love itself is a beautiful feeling. It is indeed a feeling of warm personal attachment of a parent, child, or friend. Love encompasses a range of strong and positive emotional and mental states from the most sublime virtue or good habit, the deepest interpersonal affection, to the simplest pleasure. It is most imperative to note that the love of a mother differs from the love of a spouse, which differs from the love for food.

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

"I do. I always have." "I never thought you didn't." He looked at the chess board. He straightened one of his pawns that was already straight. "But love isn't the same as being there." He said it simply, without accusation, the way he might state a fact about weather or mathematics. "My teacher told us that. She said love is a verb. It's not just what you feel. It's what you do." Adrian could not speak. He sat across the chess board from his son and had nothing to say that was adequate to the moment, because his son had just explained to him, in seventeen words, what Sophia had been trying to explain to him for a decade.

I poured a piece of that universal wish into their story, a hope for a love that conquers all. If there’s one thing I hope you take away from their story, it’s this: love is the most powerful force in the universe. It can outweigh insecurities, conquer past hurts, and build a future stronger than anything life throws at it. It doesn’t matter your size or your weight or the mistakes you’ve made. Real love sees the soul beneath the surface and cherishes it completely. It is a force of nature, and I truly believe it is within everyone’s grasp.