Muy Parecido Al Amor Novels & Stories

Reminiscing, I said, "You hit on me like there was no tomorrow. First you ripped your clothes off and then mine. To be honest, it was pretty hard to block you, so I cuddled with you and okay, please don't laugh at me, but I love cuddling with you and besides, I just wanted to enjoy this limitless closeness" After my plausible confession, Giulia had to hold back her laughter. "Okay, so... yeah, I really wouldn't have thought so, but that speaks for you indeed," she admitted, which relieved me immensely, but also already continued what it was with my previous hints was on him. "Oh Giulia," I finally began, "you have no idea how much I love to tease you and confuse you with my ambiguous stateme

Although she might have stopped herself from hitting a normal person, she wouldn’t hold back against a martial artist. To her surprise, Alex looked at Colin and started speaking. “Your sister is right. Love is like a relationship between a key and a lock. It will only work if the two are a match. Otherwise, her lock wouldn’t be opened by you even if you stayed with her for the rest of your life,” Alex said. Michelle laughed out loudly. “Alex, that’s a perfect metaphor. Anna’s lock is indeed broken. It’s gone rusty. Even if you oil it up with lubricant and try to open it with a multi-purpose key, it wouldn’t work. You shouldn’t waste your time,” Michelle added.

But she didn't hate him at all. She could feel the madness in him at that moment, and she knew where it came from. He resented her for wanting a divorce! He resented her for wanting to leave him. In that moment, she felt love. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him close. She didn't think about the grudges and resentment between them. She just lost herself in the moment! She matched his movements! In their entanglement, Scarlett felt a strange familiarity with Wayne, his breath seemed so familiar. Just as she tried to recall where she had felt it before, Wayne's forceful demands brought her back to reality, causing her pain.

𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗔𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻—𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗕𝗵𝗲

Not affection. But respect. Or something close enough to cut just as deep. ============================================= Thanks for reading :-)

he continued, "I can still see what's happening within you. You're fighting it now. But eventually, you'll lose." "No," I said, too quickly. His voice dropped, lower than a whisper. "It's not a question of if. Just when." I stepped back. Not because I was afraid of him, but because I was afraid he might be right. "I'm not like you," I said, teeth clenched. Sebastian tilted his head like he pitied me. "No, you're worse. Because you still think love will save you." I swallowed hard, the words sticking like splinters.

I took a large gulp of my drink and looked at my sister and my husband sitting in front of me. “What is love but a four letter word to describe a deep attraction to someone else on a level that far surpasses the physical plane. Love can be used to describe your feelings towards another person: whether it’s intimate love, brotherly love, sisterly love, parental love, or friendly love.” I said calmly as I took another drink of my whisky. Victoria smiled widely as she attempted to hold Ace's hand on the table, causing him to smack her hand and pull away. “My darling sister,” I said sarcastically as I locked eyes with her. My husband started smirking, knowing what was about to come.

said Liza "If you are so unhappy with him, why not break up with him?" said Precious "Yes, because I love him. I also don't understand why human feelings can be so complicated. I hate him but also love him. It seems like I can't even live without it. " Said Liza

And it meant everything. She tucked one foot beneath her, the familiar fabric grounding her as she glanced down at the book again. The margin notes. The faint crease on the cover. The ghost of someone else’s love for it, layered now with her own. “I haven’t felt like myself in a long time,” she admitted, surprised by how easily the words came. How ready they were. “Like I’ve been… dimmed. Muted. But this..” Her fingers pressed against the cover. “This makes me feel like pieces of her are coming back.”

Something that felt a lot like love. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure which one would win.