Novels Love Story Novels & Stories

I obeyed like a good boy and lowered myself between her legs, my mouth hovering inches from her pussy, then I paused to look up at her. “Tell me you love me." Her eyes widened, shocked at the sudden request. "Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "I need to hear it. I need to know I didn't imagine it that day.” She propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at me. Her chest was heaving, her skin flushed, and her eyes filled with so much love, clouded with lust. "I love you, Dian. I'm in love with you." She said slowly, as if spelling out the words for me to understand better.

She smiled brightly before kissing him beneath the moonlight. And this time— There was no hiding. No shame. No fear of society. Only love. The kind that survives cruelty. The kind that heals loneliness. The kind that finally gives two broken people a place to belong. Together. Forever.

My ears rang for a second Dad's new what? Somebody hold me cus I am never getting my head wrapped around this. I couldn't comprehend my words, I began to stammer Dad…… did……… what? Dad has had a girlfriend all this while and proposed to her a week before summer break was over. Zoey said And I didn't know? I responded He didn't want to tell you…….. yet, because he knows you wouldn't accept, so I thought you secretly found out and refused to say something but rather put in more anger to fuel him up. Zoey responded

Our happiness today was in no small part due to their love, support, and sacrifice. Thanks to them, we could now live the love story we truly deserved. _THE END_

Peter must be keeping Alexis busy with a bedtime story. Musing, she began lining the stones up. What had she seen in his eyes? Did he love her? One by one she recited the old saying. ‘He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.’ On the twenty-fourth stone she stopped. ‘He loves me not!’ *** rley.’ She looked up as Alexis threw her a cherry. He’d been standing there watching her. ‘Catch.’ He smiled that devastating smile at her. ‘He loves you, very much.’ His words were said slowly, and simply because he meant them.

I was breathless, he always got me there. The moonlight spilled into the room and was our only way of seeing anything. The dim light was comforting and made every unexpected touch intensify. I loved the feeling of him being close to me. His words rather whispers made me feel things I never felt before. Everything about him is unique and special, I love him and I will always do. Spending time with him is all I want, I pulled him closer to me, and as he pressed my naked body, I smiled and kissed him, he opened his mouth to make the kiss, even more, deeper, as his tongue played with mine, I moaned with satisfaction.

On their wedding day, a handsome groom and his beautiful bride said, "I Do." Their hearts were fluttering with pure joy! They had married the love of their life! Is this what I experience? No, this is not that story. Here is the other version, Tameka Morton's version. You see, love didn't become apparent until after my divorce. I can't wait to tell you from beginning to end how it all transpired.

She put Vivian's debt papers on the table, next to her rice tray, but put the writing on the table, so he didn't know what the papers were. She started. "When we first started dating, do you remember that story I told you?" Jaime let the memories sink into his head. As if impatient with the given time and knowing that he did not have the ability to answer, Luna continued. "His name is Zaid. I met him in college. I fell in love with him the first time we met. I had the feeling that my life partner was him and like that, I put everything mine into him. Zaid is the person for whom I am willing to do everything. My heart, soul, youth, time and money. Whatever I have. That is love because I belie

"You don't actually have some secret gentleman's club like they used to back in the day, do you?" The answer was clear in that lady killer smile he sent my way. I felt lust and curiosity bubble. I may be a relatively sensible girl but it would be a lie if I said that I wasn't the least bit interested in the truly mischievous world of the true charmers of the world. The scandalous stories I would occasionally read about in romance novels were intriguing and it certainly wouldn't hurt to one day have a little peek into that sultry side of the world if given the chance. Judging by the look Axel sent me, he was more than ready to introduce me to the kind of activities required of those who were

Their love had withstood the tests of time, and as they took their last breaths, their souls ascended, forever entwined in an eternal embrace. Their love story became a whispered legend, passed down through the generations. And in the moonlit nights of Ravenswood, where it all began, the spirits of Isabella and Damien continued to dance, their love shining brightly in the hearts of all who believed in the power of love's enduring enchantment.