Name On Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

Love. Love. Love.

In my sophomore year, we got engaged. Byron and I became the most romantic fairy tale in Dystenia, and the media couldn't get enough of us. "Mr. Estrada, we hear Ms. Frost is your adoptive sister. Were your parents against your relationship?" "We hear Ms. Frost's family and the Estradas have a long history—was your relationship based on that family connection?" Byron's arm was around my shoulders, his hand warm and firm. "First of all, Dana and I are together because we love each other deeply. Secondly, if you only have stupid questions like that, you might as well shut up."

Aiden says all sure of his assessment. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to avoid his gaze, but it was impossible. Aiden knew me too well. He had always been the one to get beneath my surface when no one else could. "It's Love," I say and his eyebrows almost shot out from his forehead. "Her name is Love." I clarify. "Love?" he echoed as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. "That’s her name?" He almost had the same reaction as Sebastian. Sure, Love wasn't a common name but nothing about her was. "So, tell me about her."

"I'm so jealous. I heard they were childhood sweethearts." Luna, who was on the stage, heard those comments as well. She grinned wider and added, "Hence, I've bought Asteroid 27-9 with the prize money and named it after Noah. I want to take this opportunity to declare my love for my husband to the universe." Luna's eyes sparkled as she spoke, but a bitter smile crossed my face. Maybe her love for me was genuine, but it was also true that she had fallen in love with the student I had supported.

She got off Alpha Edward's lap and came to me, extending her arms so that I could carry her, and I did, placing her on my lap. "Hi, cutie," I smiled. She's too cute with blonde pigtails and a pretty little face. "I'm Love, what's your name again... No, don't tell me, it's Caliana!" She exclaimed when she got the name. I couldn't help but smile at her. I felt eyes on me but I only focused on the cutie in my arms. "You have the most beautiful name, and you can call me, Cali," I said, matching her energy. We interacted a bit when she said;

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–"

His unwavering love and support helped me to get through my fears and uncertainties and led us to the family we had always dreamed of having. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you too, so much, Felix," I said, he leaned into me and we shared a passionate kiss. As we pulled away, I rested my forehead against Felix's, feeling overwhelmed with love and gratitude. I knew that we still had a long road ahead of us, but at that moment, all that mattered was the joy we felt in each other's arms. Over the next several months, Felix and I shared a sense of excitement and anticipation as we prepared for the arrival of our new little one. We spent long hours poring over baby name books, picking out nu

“I’m sorry.” ‘Don’t call me my love,” I said. “Joshua called me that. I never want to hear it again.” “Okay,” he said uneasily. “What should I call you?” “My name is Gertie,” I said with a firm tone. “Yes, it is,” he said gently. “I brought your dinner, Gertie. Luis said to tell you that he took extra special care with it.”

"Mark, I haven't been happy since I married you! Not a single day! You heartless animal! The only person I love is Alex! If it weren't for you, we would've been together long ago! Even if we die, we'll die together!" I simply smiled faintly and said, "Then, I wish you two star-crossed lovers would die in each other's embrace." After that, I applied for an extended leave and boarded a flight to Marivo for a vacation. The pain this relationship left behind was deeper than I could have imagined. After briefly saying goodbye to friends and family, I set off for that distant island nation, hoping the vast ocean and quiet beauty would slowly mend my wounded heart. A year later, I returned to the c

The Connel from Vienna was gone. “I loved you,” she whispered. He met her eyes. “You know your problem? That word you keep using- ‘love’, I'm certain you don't know the meaning. You've never felt what it's like to be loved so how do you know how to love?” Tori felt shattered. “They'll escort you out.” Connel said, leaving the guest lounge. His shoulder squared like a man who had certainly cleaned the house. Tori was gone. But peace was a lie.