Operation Pure Love Novels & Stories

Looking the scene, up there, with the wind, Dexter and Shayne holding hands, with pure smile of happiness on their lips. “We will be together now forever” Shayne said. “I will not regret loving you and die for you” Dexter said. True love does not exist without sacrifice, it is because sacrifice makes love pure and lasting. The tears, bitterness and hardship are all ingredients of true love. They are the purifying acid test to have the sweet fruit of sincere love that goes beyond the grave. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS NOVEL.

Their soul gets one with their body and the two witness the love full of purity. The room witnesses the moans, the pain, the pleasure and a night full of love but no lust.

But not when you're in love because addiction of love so a healer itself. ______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.

"I lost hope. I thought if I get back with her, I will love be happy but she was not hurting me all the time we were together. I feared everyone leaving me. Like Mom dad. I just wanted someone to hold me and say I will never leave you. Someone will only love me and think about me. No cheating. No lies. Someone who will hold me like I am her world. I just wanted to be loved *crying*.... "Tell me annoying girl did I ask too much?? " Emma never thought that this man has so pure love in his heart and he is lonely. Emma felt cable pain in her heart as she saw cable crying. Emma slipped from Cable's arm and lied beside him... Emma caressed his hair... And said "I will never leave you. "

Humming while swiping the thin, damp, grey mop on the greyscale tiles beneath her feet, Stephie began her evening closing routine. The rain pelted the roof above, and drenched the street outside. As pedestrians ran for cover, and car tires splashed through the forming puddles, Stephie lost herself in the choreography of swaying from side to side, only stopping periodically to rinse the stringy cleaning cloth. It didn't occur to her that in her trance, the front door bell had jiggled to announce the arrival of a potential customer.

She was torn between haste and common sense. - Why don't you love me? What am I doing wrong? I gave my virginity to you. You deflowered me and promised to love me. – the maiden says, crying… at least that was what Gary saw. - We can't force these things. I really wanted to love you, because you're perfect for me, but I can't. “for the love of the Goddess” – Pure says, and runs to hide when he realizes it. Gary looks around trying to see who spoke, but he doesn't find anything strange other than the maiden's confused face.

‘Nothing can promise love or force it if the elements aren’t there to begin with. ‘Elements?’ he asked with a disbelieving smirk. She pointed to the carved letters. ‘M, X, C and P represent trust, love, passion and joy. Trust,’ she continued, aware of how important her next words could be, ‘and passion are the two elements that make love binding.’ ‘And joy?’ Puzzled by his cautious tone, she carefully said, ‘Joy is the result when you have the other three elements.’

I asked, and she nodded her head. “But you can still get the same juice right in the fruit with value. See, if I deserve love, it will find me. I don't need to force it,” I kept quiet, trying to monitor her mood and the way she reacted. But that was just the truth. Love doesn't remain love when it starts to get really forced and adulterated, just like a mixed drink. Love is when it comes pure, when both parties are willing to go to lengths for one another.

My love for Alex, regardless of all the dark aspects of my personality, was true. Love is a universal and immortal passion which is polluted by the motive, my selfless love was polluted by my motive. A pure heart for Alex, on which love once descended like a revelation, is still there because the filth had spread and love does not dwell in polluted hearts. Now I was desperately trying to find her but did not know that step by step I was getting away from her. I don’t know why?

Till now. "I love you. I love you. I love you so damn much." Stephane repeats after me. His thrusts come steadily. He never changes the rhythm, going slow and slower still, so gentle, he brings me to tears. Love making in its purest form. Our bodies become one. Our souls meld into one. Our hearts beat in sync. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced and my tears roll down my face, Stephane kisses them, wiping them away, kissing me softly all over my face.