Online Love Novels & Stories

"Yeah, you know, heal me with lots of love." Olive burst into laughter. "Don't you love me?" "I do," Thomas said, his eyes locked onto his wife's. "How much?" "A lot." "What's it like?" "My love is as big as the world, as vast as the sky in space. For you." Ugh! Olive groaned. "Since when did you become a romantic poet?"

So, this is me, even if it hurts, I’m still pushing it through. True love, in my opinion, is characterized by an openness to one's expression. People who love from a place of freedom do so without requiring anything from the people they love. When you're free, you're not limited by thoughts of scarcity or inadequacy; you're confident in your self-worth. Because you have no expectations, you don't have to worry about how things will turn out. In that, we are completely at ease when expressing our love.

I said defensively. The waitress scoffed. "That’s not love. That's an obsession. Love is for more than you imagined or what you can put in your hand. Love is not just about liking a person's personality, it is a lot more. I doubt if you barely know fifty percent of the person you love, you, rich people think love is just a mere feeling, when you love a person you can't just spot why, and when you fall in love with her, this love thing is just in your head and not from your heart, you will know when you love. What you’re describing is just you being selfish."

After several long moments where Nyla felt like she was about to explode, they broke apart, both panting. Nyla blurted out, “I don’t know what romantic love is, Eason, but I know I’m happiest with you, and it hurts to think of being apart. And that kiss did something funny in my chest I don’t think I can explain.” Eason broke out into a shining grin Nyla could see even in the darkness. “I’ll take it.” He leaned down and kissed her again under the light of the stars.

Verin told her, firmly. "But loving one of your Queen isn't a crime" replied Kally, almost arguing. The atmosphere turned gravely cold. There is a chilling cold aura. It was Verin's doing. "It is not a crime but total foolishness. Love is a game that fools play. I am a king, and kings don't have time to love, if I am too fond of Nayla, I can acquire her and make her my favorite Queen, that's all" Verin got up and turned around to leave.

I picked it up and saw a message on his Instagram, a pinned contact with no name, just a profile picture of a kitten. When I clicked on the profile, several selfies of Monica immediately filled my screen. Their chat was sickeningly sweet. Monica: "Reynold, did you enjoy it in the office today?" Reynold: "My little temptress, you're driving me crazy." Monica: "Reynold, how about we do it in the car tonight? We haven't tried that yet!" Reynold: "Sure! Anything you want!" Monica: "Reynold, I really want that newly released designer handbag ."

His actions louder. “I love you too, Amelia.” He says the words as if he’s afraid I’ll break. Or perhaps he’s worried he will. “I know I shouldn’t,” he adds, his voice a deep rumble against me. “I really fucking shouldn’t, because love is a bitch.” I have to smile at that, because he’s not wrong. Love is a bitch. But it’s also beautiful and strong. It’s surprising and sweet. It’s an enigma and a mystery.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

He whispered, cupping Justine's tear stained face. He stared at him for a long time, heart aching to see someone so precious as Justine breaking down in front of his eyes. "You know what's your only fault?" He wiped his tears as he smiled at him. "Your only fault is loving someone so much...someone who doesn't deserve your love." Bob was crying as he smiled at the brunet. "But even that isn't something you should be sorry about." Bob wiped the tears on Justine's eyes. "Because loving is never wrong." He placed a kiss on Justine's forehead, cradling him close to him.

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.