My Lover Novels & Stories

Mark, though eager to ask questions, exercised patience. “Liam.” “What?” Julie gasped, wiping her tears. “What about Liam?” “I’m… I’m sorry… I…” “Was it him? Did he do this to you?” “I followed him last night. He told me that… I’m sorry, Julie.” Elizah sobbed uncontrollably, unable to look at her sister as she covered her face with both hands. Mark Robertson furrowed his brows in confusion . “Who’s Liam?” Julie took a step back. “My fiancé.”

"I want you to be my first and my only. I don't ever want anyone else touching me like you do. You're my best friend, and I want you to be my lover, too." I smoothed her hair back, staring down into her bright eyes. "I love you, Mia Quinn. I will always love you, with everything I have." Quinn touched my cheek. "Then make love to me. Make me yours." I rolled over and reached into the drawer of the nightstand, fumbling with the box of condoms. Once I had one out, I ripped open the small package, as Quinn pushed up on one elbow. "I want to see how you do it. Like, for real, not just with a banana."

Cathy answered smiling. "Mom... I think, there’s a misunderstanding?" Asher asked raising his eyebrows. "What misunderstanding you are talking about?" Cathy asked and Thomas frowned. "First love can happen with anything... I don’t think, it’s first love." Asher answered and Cathy laughed. "Well, I am sure my son would have told me if he loves anyone or else, I would even know if he is in love and I noticed how he looks at Riya with so much love in his eyes. So, I can say... She is really his first love." Cathy replied and Asher sighed.

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“What’s so special about her, huh?!” “Why do you all care about her so much? Even you, Asher! How can you still love a woman who cheated on you, who married someone else? How can you still love her despite having me?” She turned to me, “Fine then, since none of you can punish her. I’ll punish her myself!” My eyes widened as Lovie lunged at me but Asher pushed her against the wall. “Having you?” he scoffed. “I’ll be honest, Lovie. I’ve never loved you and I never will. I have only ever loved one woman in my entire life and it’s Loren. You’ll never even be worthy of cleaning her shoes!”

Over the weekend, my wife, Madeline Puth, invited her coworker, Kenneth Wilson, over for dinner. When the three of us reached the front door, Kenneth casually pressed his finger to the fingerprint lock. The door clicked open. I froze and stared at him. Madeline glanced at me and said as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "He's been here a few times before. He registered his fingerprint for convenience." Kenneth smiled at me. I returned his smile without a word. Then I walked inside, grabbed my bag, and headed straight for the door. Madeline hurried after me. "Where are you going?" I pulled the door open. "I'm clearly not the man of this house anymore, so of course I'm le

I wasn't sure and I knew that she wouldn't be able to give me an answer—she didn't look like she knew what love meant anyway. "I did have a lover," she said abruptly, causing my eyes to flicker at her in shock, as if she had just read my mind. "A fine, young fellow. He was madly in love with me. The only man who really saw past all that beauty I had. He looked right into my dark, filthy heart and said to me, I love you."

I finally cummed with his name on my lips, and he followed moments after, spilling into me with a curse and a groan that echoed across the water. When it was over, he wrapped me in the robe and held me against his chest, breath still heavy. “Tell me,” he said softly, lips brushing my temple. “What game are you really playing, Lovia Diaz?” I smiled. “Wouldn’t you love to know.” He smiled too licking my lower lips. He then uttered against my lips. “You're kinda addictive…Do you have a boyfriend? I chuckled and rolled my eyes before responding. “Do I look like I have one?“ I asked.

That tiny smile felt like sunlight in the middle of a cold storm. I stepped forward and opened my arms. “Come here,” I whispered. He hesitated, like he was unsure. But eventually, he leaned forward and allowed me to hug him. I held him like he was still five years old. Like the world hadn’t yet taught him how to push me away. “May you live long, Liam,” I said softly against his ear. “May your heart always find peace. And may you never forget how much I love you.”

" I saw he was loved out of pity, The worst kind of love there is. To keep a hold on someone, Because you think they're weak " Iris's P.O.V. Nine pm and I heard the front door of the house open. I was in the kitchen blending some fruits to make a smoothie when Dylan walked in. " Hey babe. Where's Louisa?" He came up to me and kissed my forehead. " She slept early, I think her dance class was too stressful today"