My Lover Novels & Stories

My lover never did things by accident and I wondered — what was his purpose? For a moment nothing happened. I waited, expecting the metal covering over the narrow oblong window to be removed. ‘Don't we have to put some money in the slot?’ I whispered. My lover shook his head. ‘We’ve paid for a special show. Be patient, darling.’ His fingers traced the contour of my cheek. I leaned against him, wanting to feel his warmth against my skin. My dress was sleeveless and I shivered when he ran the tips of his fingers up my bare arm. His lips moved to my neck. They were firm, demanding. I knew what he wanted and parted my thighs.

"Because you do it with every girl, even Luci, who is like one of the coolest and most beautiful people ever. Then who am I? I don't have a Cinderella complex. I'm not the type of girl to think that a guy will simply think she is so special." He looked at her with an overall serious expression on his face. "First of all, you are special. Now let me clear up some misconceptions you may have. I told you I loved you, I've never told any girl that, not Luci, not anyone. I know what you think about me. You think I'm a player who enjoys being with different girls. I'm not going to deny enjoying being with different girls, I absolutely do. But I'm not a player, and I've never told any of these girl

Like a child had asked if the moon was made of cheese. Louis's chest cracked open. Lorenzo set the glass down and crossed to him, his hands finding Louis's waist, his thumbs tracing circles through the silk. "The shirt looks good on you." "Lorenzo. I asked you a question." Lorenzo's smile faded. His face was close now, too close, his breath warm against Louis's lips. "I do not love you." His voice was soft, almost tender. "Not the way you mean. You are not my lover, Louis. You are my favorite. My favorite thing. Like a bird that sings only for me. Like a poem I read over and over until the pages wear thin.”

We were completely alone. “Relax, Moissanite,” he whispered, leaning just slightly closer, voice low and rough, only for my ears. “You look like you’re in so much pain, but I know you love it. Love feeling marked. Love knowing I’m the only one who can make you feel this broken and this perfect all at once. Look at you… can’t even sit properly. Every time you move, I know exactly what you’re remembering. How I stretched you open. How I filled you until you couldn’t take anymore. How you felt me deep inside you, every inch of me.”

That same look of total disbelief spread across her face. I smiled coldly. "I used to what? Used to love you so much I'd forgive anything? Yeah, I did. I loved you enough to wait ten years and nearly die for you. I loved you enough to keep loving you like a pathetic fool even while you were hung up over Roman. "But nobody's love is bottomless, Maren. It runs out." I tilted my head and looked at her. "What made you think that after everything you did to me, you could just waltz in here, crook your finger, toss out some worthless 'I love you,' and I'd come running back to your side?

“Because I know you've chosen me. I know you love me. But I can't change the fact that he was there first.” Maya reached for his hand. “Daniel was there first,” she agreed. “But that doesn't mean he's the person I want now.” Adrian looked at her. “I spent seven years waiting for Daniel to come back,” she continued. “I thought loving someone meant holding on no matter how lonely you became. I thought if I stayed faithful to my promise, everything would eventually work out the way I'd imagined.” She squeezed his fingers. “But loving you has taught me something different. Love isn't only about what I promised someone years ago. It's also about what I feel, what I choose, and the life I want to

Ava’s POV The soft hum of conversation mingled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee as rain pattered gently against the windows. Warm light spilled from vintage lamps, casting a cozy glow over the worn wooden tables and mismatched chairs. On the wall hung two beautiful clocks—"The Perfect Lovers," as they were affectionately called. They always moved in perfect synchronization, their hands dancing together in harmony. Watching them, I couldn't help but imaged my future lover. It was a night like any other in the quaint coffee shop, until a regular customer walked in.

Your recent My teacher became my lover got a lot of love. So in this happiness, a small side story for all of you.......... Adi was standing outside his house waiting for someone. It was raining today. Adi was standing like this and was busy remembering all the things till date. When he met Riya for the first time in a pub. There was very little light in the pub. The entire atmosphere of that pub was romantic. Adi was resting at his home after getting tired of his work.

And then, without any sign— “I know I haven’t said it enough,” he murmured. I looked up. “I know I’ve been hard on you,” he continued, his voice softer now, more fragile in a way I had never heard before. “I know I’ve pushed too much sometimes. Yelled when I shouldn’t have.” My chest tightened painfully. “But I love you, Helena,” he said. “More than anything. More than I’ve ever loved anything in my life.” The words hit me harder than I expected.

I arch my back to give him better access. " I love your help " I moan while his lips capture me in a passionate kiss and his tongue is already in a fighting zone with mine. Liam positions me on the couch, him on top of me, continuing with his torture. I loved the way he made me feel, so good. I felt like I was millions of miles away from everyone and everything. It felt safe.