On Love Novels & Stories

I hate to admit but… This is true. Really, Akesha Melody Anderson is falling hard to a gangster? This is called Unexpected Love and all I could only pray that he was feeling the same way. I wish that he’s the one for me. I wish will be together and be happy in the right time and place. Someday we will meet at the right time and we will be together forever.

—Love, I have to go, Clara is outside waiting for me. His eyes widened when he heard the word Love and immediately a smile formed on his face and he looked at me tenderly. - What? I ask him confused by the way he looks at me. "I love how the phrase love comes from your lips," he says, still smiling and he pulls me towards him, and I remain sitting on his lap. "But what do you say, Cris," I say blushing, I really don't know how that word came out so easily. "I have to go."

I sit up and look at the ground. "You asked me to try to love you, and when I say I do, you pull away," I say as I look up at him. He nods. "You know my history. I haven't known love. Hearing someone say they love me is new to me. I said that because I didn't want you to be overwhelmed. I never actually expected you to love me. I'm not trying to pull away, I swear. It's just different," I swallow harshly as I look away from him.

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it. When you talk about love it does not necessarily mean to love your wife or her husband but to love your neighbor that's what love is, I believe in love because I already love wha

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

His gaze softened as he wiped my tears away. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. My heart was frantically pounding in my chest when he leaned in. “I love you, Benedykta Rebel. I am utterly in love with you, and I am tired of fighting this feeling that keeps consuming me.” His lips met mine fiercely as I wrapped my arms around his neck. It was filled with raw passion and need.

"We tend to speak of love as though it is static, when those of us who know it best realize that love is a little bit like water in a fast-moving stream-constantly changing and carving out new banks. I bet you'd agree that your feelings for Angela when you first met as high school freshmen were completely different than your love for her by the time you got married. And then again by the time she died. Love must continue to find new dimensions, or it becomes stale." "Yeah, I guess I can see that." I remembered the thrill of new love, of how I'd felt when Ang and I had first started dating. The first time she kissed me. The first time we went all the way, both of us virgins, both of us certai

***** “Love is a beautiful feeling but yet a strange thing. It makes you scared one moment and the other moment strengthen your hearts and soul” *****

if only i can. "What if.. what if.. I already love you?" He asked me. My fvcking heart won't stop its wild beat and I know it sounds so gay but fvck! Butterflies on stomach is fvcking really! Oh my! Oh my! Oh my! I didn't see this one coming. I crossed the distance between our faces and gave her a kiss. Making her feel that I am feeling the same. I've been in love with her for a very long time, ever since I was fourteen and she's sixteen.