My Love Isn't Fragile Novels & Stories

She looks hurt before speaking “Okay a walk would be good lets go get some fresh air” What part of space does she not understand “Harlow I’m going alone I need space to think!” My impatience is clear now. you would need to be on another planet not to get how I am feeling. Her eyes water and tears flow freely down her cheeks “From me? Why?” It sounds like a whine. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to push down the immediate cruel response that wants to come out. I was sure my love was strong and assertive not whining and weak, a little voice inside whispers your love is, what a strange thought to have.

That hurts more than any argument could. I catch him watching me when he thinks I am distracted. I catch myself flinching when he moves too suddenly. Neither of us comments on it. At night I lie awake beside him, staring at the ceiling, counting breaths, listening to the rhythm of his heart. I remind myself that he is here, that he chose to stay, that he loves me. Still, my chest tightens with the certainty that love is not enough armor. I feel fragile. Breakable. Replaceable.

"The love that once felt unbreakable now feels fragile and frayed. I don't know if we can navigate these turbulent waters." Emily's heart shattered at his words, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Liam, please don't say that," she pleaded, her voice choked with emotion. "I know this journey is challenging, but our love is worth fighting for. We've come so far together, and I believe in us."

Chapter 1 Prologue "Eat me tonight, baby" Theola moaned when she was creased in with pleasure from every side. Rolf kissed every part of her body with the utmost desire to eat her whole. He did this till he got down and fondled her mini stick. She let out a louder moan. He continued to do so until she begged him not to cease. He then rose to her ovals and fondled them masterfully. Theola was all in need of him at that moment. "I want to feel you inside, Rolf". He then plugged in his huge rod and they both rode at a steady pace. She held his hand to her neck.

“Why?” He opens his lips, but no words come out. He remembers the pathetic way he almost threw himself at her feet last night, the way he longed for her love. Then he remembers that phrase spoken in the sweet childish voice of his memories: […] I can take it. All your shards. Every each flaw. Every pain. I am not fragile…

" her voice sounded defeated, her eyes soaked with tears. I want to hug her and tell her everything will be fine, that I'm here for her, but it's damn too late. "You think I can't feel it? Of course, I do, Hannah and the same goes for me, but for what? I can't even count how many boys have passed on me. I love you more than you know, Hannah. Perhaps I can't find someone to make me happy because it was you. I can't admit that it's you because I want the best for you, and It wasn't me." she was hopeless and almost broke down.

The Connel from Vienna was gone. “I loved you,” she whispered. He met her eyes. “You know your problem? That word you keep using- ‘love’, I'm certain you don't know the meaning. You've never felt what it's like to be loved so how do you know how to love?” Tori felt shattered. “They'll escort you out.” Connel said, leaving the guest lounge. His shoulder squared like a man who had certainly cleaned the house. Tori was gone. But peace was a lie.

“You don’t have a heart. You probably never have. You’ve never loved anyone in your life.” The words landed harder than I expected. For a split second, I saw something flicker across his face. Something raw and unmistakably human. It was gone almost immediately, replaced by the cold composure he wore so easily, but I had seen it. I knew I had. His jaw tightened. “You think love makes you strong?” he said. “It makes you fragile.” He stepped closer, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to look at him. “The position you’re about to take doesn’t allow fragility. If you walk into that throne room with a heart still intact, Fangshire’s enemies will tear it out of you and smile while they d

a tear falls from my eye, “lie to me if you have to” She didn't say anything, she just stared at me, her eyes already bloodshot. Time slowed so did my breathing, I knew the answer, I knew I'll never be loved or understand the feeling, but no one can say I didn't try. I have given it my all, I have yearned for her since the very beginning. She had my heart, she has always had my heart but I guess we're too fragile for love. I pick up my shirt, grab my keys and slam the door shut behind me...

I can't believe he was trying to make me see that I love Grace, I don't fucking love her, I just want her Her body Love is for the weak