My Lover Novels & Stories

A loud creak from the bed woke her from that carnal trance. “Oliver, don’t!” She whined, eyes widening as she watched the man shift before her. Ears becoming pointy, fur appearing in certain parts, her lover had now turned into something resembling of a beast. She tried calling out to him again, but it seems it was already too late. The man’s sudden thrusting inside of her brought a mix of piercing pain and pulsing delight that sent her mind into a state of euphoria. It was that sensation that pushed Selene back into the reality, huffing and puffing for air the minute she returned to her senses.

I mean what else will I want from my man. It took a long time coming but I admit, I am happy with being with Kwame Agyapong my handsome, rich loving lover and the father of my child. There, I finally said it. *********************************** Thanks for reading and please vote 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

" Nurse, how's he? I tried to inquire as I rubbed my hands in nervousness ." " A small smile curved on the nurse's lips before she began to talk. Ma'am, there's nothing to be worried about. Your boyfriend is fine. Luckily he didn't sustain any serious injury. Well, you can go inside and see him she said and left leaving me speechless. Hi, I greeted as I entered the ward where he was. Thank you he said almost whispering. Lily shook her head before taking a few steps to keep his belongings beside him.

Ava paused, feeling almost like laughing for a moment, nearly thinking she'd misheard. "You think I'm faking it? That I'm pretending to be sick to stop you from seeing your lover?" William was angered by her words. "Watch your language. Don't forget your place." Ava smiled silently, the kind of smile that comes from a broken heart, then leaned against the car window without another word. What right did she have now to call Sarah his lover? Never mind that they'd signed divorce papers - even if they weren't divorcing, she had no right.

"Don't say that! You're the only person I love! I was only together with Madison because our families were a good match." He gripped my hands tightly. His voice was trembling when he said, "I like being cooped up in our little apartment with you, snacking on chips while we watch a movie together. I like cooking with you. I like holding your hand while we stroll along the streets. I… "The only person I love is you." Tristan's voice was thick with tears by the time he was done speaking. However, I simply looked at him coldly while peeling his fingers away from my hands.

It was a club for lovers, and I felt it the moment I stepped in, because love hung in the air like warm smoke. Young couples leaned close to each other at small tables, married women held their husbands' hands, and old men whispered into the ears of the women they had loved for fifty years. It felt as if the god of love lived in that room and watched over everyone. I looked around, smiling, and then I turned to Dante. "Omg! Thank you for everything!" I said. "Thank you for bringing my dream to life...." He smiled and led me to a table. "Sit here." he said.

he snapped. Emmy had defied me many times before, but not like this especially when it came to something personal. “And why not?” I asked coldly. He opened his mouth… closed it… then blurted out… “Because you just can't!!! Find someone else." “Then I guess this matter isn't up for discussion because I am still going to make her my Luna." “You can't!!!" “And why the fuck can't I??!!" “Because she’s my lover.”

But then he stepped back, his gaze never leaving mine. “I’ll prove it,” he said but I ignored him turning to leave, but his voice stopped me in my tracks. “I’m your lover,” he said, the words hanging in the air and I spun around, my eyes widening. “What?”

It looked like a woman going to war. Against her daughter. For her lover. For the life she refused to lose. And as I drove into the night, thunder rumbling overhead, I whispered to myself a vow, a curse, and a confession all in one. > “The things we do for love… they never let us go.”

Lie… A small voice says inside of me, not from my mind though, but from my heart… I want him to tell me he didn’t hurt me, that this was all a big misunderstanding, and that what we had in those pictures and messages was as true as I felt it to be, I want to think that I was, and still am, loved. Not that I could be blamed, for who in the hell wants to think that they have been violated by their lover? Lover?! is that what he was? is that what we were to each other? Lovers?