My Love Isn't Fragile Novels & Stories

But Bella's heartfelt warm when she saw the seriousness on Jennie's face. "I think I'm still very lucky because even though our family problems don't end, I know God still loves me." “When Big Sister injured yourself, I couldn't shake the thought of losing you in my mind at that time. I'm really grateful that God didn't give me the toughest trial, which was losing someone I loved with all my life." “The ordeal I'm facing right now is nothing compared to how much more precious Sister is here with me… Right now, in my heart. Don't you think so too?"

Gatlin asked isn’t it because of love they are in this stage. “I loved the wrong person, Gat it’s mom’s fault to love and believe wrong person, love is not bad thing” Lucy didn’t want his son to live his life in hate she knows Gatlin need someone to love her son is so good that he deserved to be loved a Limitless Love.

"You don't have to. I know baby and I love you just as much." And my wonderful mate made me forget how damaged and sad I felt inside, filling my soul with love and comfort, laying soft kisses on my skin and making love to me like I was something so precious, something that could brake so easily, just from a mere touch so he had to be careful. And I let him treat me like a was something fragile, because just for this night I really felt I could break.

Irene said after letting go of her hug. "I'm so touched to see you finally getting married, especially when you married the man you love the most," Crystal sobbed as she looked at Irene. "Even though he doesn't love me?" Irene said with a smile. "Trust me, Irene. Noah will love you after you guys live together for a while, and his feelings for you will be much stronger than your feelings for him. What stupid boy doesn't like you?" Crystal then stated. "You are the most dependable in praising me," Irene chuckled.

In fact, I just want to cover up a confused brain. What should I do? What should I do? Does Dad know? "Go ahead. I know." Zhang Guowen seemed to hear the panic in her mind. "There are still thirty thousand..." Liu Liu could not stop, almost broke down and cried out. How can this money be enough? Zhang Guowen closed his eyes in Liu Liu's cry. Thirty thousand? He knew Liu Cui would leave, but he didn't expect her to be so cruel. For Zhang Guowen, life has exhausted all his energy. What is love? He doesn't understand. All he knew was that Liu Cui was his woman, he was a man, and he wanted to support the family.

Cassandra’s POV I sat back down, swallowing my anger. It was supposed to be my turn at the microphone, and Laura had just butted right in there. But what could I do? I couldn’t exactly tell her no. She was already making her way to the microphone. So I plastered a fake smile on my face and sat back to listen to her little ‘speech’. The moment her first words left her mouth though, my blood froze. “Some people say love is fragile, but I disagree. Why? Because I’ve seen firsthand how strong love really is. The love between Cameron and Stella is unwavering, unbreakable, and the furthest thing from fragile you can possibly imagine.”

” Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t look away. “My turn,” I whispered, smiling through them. “Liam, I used to think love was fragile. Something you could lose if you weren’t careful. But then I met you, and with you, love has been anything but fragile. It’s been fire, storm, ache, and home all at once. You’ve broken my heart, and you’ve healed it. You’ve terrified me, and you’ve protected me. You’ve given me Sophia, and you’ve given me back myself. And through it all, I learned something: real love doesn’t run. It roots deep.

he started stammering and then blew air through his teeth. "I think the greatest tragedy of all, is to deem yourself incapable of love. No it's not that I can't love or that I won't fall in love. It's just that I simply consider myself incapable of staying in love. The thought, the unbearable heaviness of someone getting to know me is too much for the fragile shell of my body to bear. It is, afterall, just a shell into which the pain behind my mother's tears seeps and then dries up into salt and bitterness.

Then he stepped back, and before I knew it a voice started playing in the back ground, his deep masculine voice. “ I used to think love was an exaggeration. A beautiful lie people told themselves when reality became too heavy to carry alone. I read about it in books, watched it unravel on screens, heard people swear by it with trembling voices, but I never believed it belonged to me. Love always sounded like something fragile, something temporary, something that demanded too much and gave too little in return. I thought love was a weakness dressed up as poetry... I was wrong.

The surgeon told me that amputating my leg could buy me one more year, and asked whether I'd accept it. My breath caught. I hesitated a long time, and then I messaged my wife anyway. "The surgery could give me another year. Do you want me to do it?" One minute before they wheeled me into the operating room, my phone finally buzzed. A message read "Hope this helps"! And a cash transfer. The same as every message I'd sent her for three years. Ever since our wedding night, when I asked her for five hundred thousand dollars, Victoria had been certain I was exactly the gold digger her friends said I was. So when I was hospitalized saving her life, she sent money. When I begged her to come