Novel & Cerita My Love Was His Cure Novel

Leaving only the burn marks where her kiss had branded me. I whispered into the silence, voice breaking “Rory, come back to me.” No answer. Only shadow. Only ache. Only a single burning question ringing like fate: When she chooses… will she save me or kill me? Why does liking him feel like killing him? I used to believe love healed. Now I know love can break bones. Love can cut deep. Love can pull blood from the heart and call it dedication. I never meant to hurt him. Not with my power. Not with my kiss.

he said showing me the map in his hands I didn't notice earlier. "have you found it now. "he asked with a raised eyebrow. Wow!!,I can't believe he came all the way to look for me genuinely ,when he never knew anything in being the solution to my cure, it means that he truly did love me. I felt happy in a long time and my mind was made up to love him too because deep down I did even though I denied it too. "Yes, I have found it come here baby ."I said to him. "What is the cure then, I hope you aren't going to die that isn't a joke Emerald, life isn’t.” he said with all seriousness and my heart leap for joy and my wolf was on cloud nine at the thought of my mate care for us. Finally.

He swallowed hard and asked, "But why am I still alive?" Carole looked at him and approached him. He took both her hands and said, "I think you are the cure of that curse. True love saves both of you!" Arosh couldn't believe it and he was confused. "Me?" "We tried so many cures and drugs to cure his illness. But we didn't succeed. Hate is a curse and the opposite of a curse is cure, and that is you ... You never curse someone you really are Beloved. Love makes the world go round; most of us wouldn't be here without it. I believe in the end, because of the love in your heart the curse will release Kevin. "

Everything related to the treatment is fictional. Do not take it seriously. Author Pov "Lucifer King, can you hear me?" Catelin gulped standing out of the room. She stared at the only man she ever loved with sad eyes. She knew the misunderstanding that had entered Lucifer's heart can never be removed just by words. She needs to prove to him that she's truly in love with him but again. Curing him has always been her biggest motive. Maybe she's indeed selfish. Selfish for him and his parents. She has accepted everything and is even ready to endure his every given pain but she wants him to be cured. And there was only one way he could be cured.

It wasn’t a craving for his touch or his skin that scarred me. It was love. It was my heart that was broken, my soul that needed healing. My love for him runs deeper than my addiction. Addiction can be cured. It can be eased. It can even be erased entirely. You can’t do that with love. It’s incurable. Nothing but the power of another love can rid your heart of it. And that’s the be-all, end-all.

Finally, he surrendered, losing himself to it, to her. All thought escaped him as his desire crested with the force of a falling meteor. When he opened his eyes, he looked down on the face of the woman who had just given him the greatest gift he’d ever received. For the first time in his life, he’d found love, something that was his alone. She was staring up at him. ‘Did I hurt you?’ she asked. He grinned. ‘No, smart-ass.’ His expression grew solemn. ‘Are you all right?’

"You know, every time I got hurt, while the pain throbbed, I'd imagine that someday it'd all come back to me—the suffering turning into love and good things. These scars prove I survived... and you prove I won the love... and all the good stuff." I brushed her hair aside and traced the scar at the nape of her neck. Then I confessed. "I spent my whole life profiting off millions of people's illnesses... but I could never heal my own pain. Then you showed up... and proved the cure was love. The love of the woman I tried to destroy in every way I could."

“Such a self-righteous, spoiled woman. I really thought you cared for him deeply.” Florence’s face turned crimson. She ground her teeth. “Don’t think he’s some saint. I lost a child for him. I’ve given up so much.” I was stunned by her audacity. She had the nerve to speak of a child. Shameless woman! Madeline looked at her coolly. “Noah already told me about the miscarriage. You only did it because your first love returned to the country!” Florence turned to me, teeth clenched. “You’re no better, Noah. You play dead and come here to keep a lover!

It took me two years to move on from the trauma of the situation. After the incident, I stopped working as a love therapist and returned to college after two years. I completed my education before moving to a new city and starting over.

His name left her lips like a confession, low and unsteady, as his hand moved along her thigh — slow, deliberate — fingers trailing the hem of her nightgown upward. Her hands fisted into the sheets as he traced the lace edge of her panties, pushing them aside, she arched the moment his touch found her — not quite where she needed, never quite where she needed — just enough to make her ache. His other hand rose, brushing her cheek, tilting her face toward him. "Why do you torture me like this?" she breathed, lashes fluttering as her gaze finally lifted to meet his. Sharp, intense green eyes stared back. Liora went still.