Permission To Love Novels & Stories

I don't even know if I can forgive him, but I really really need to do this. Aria is sick, she is still in her mommy's womb, she is also sick and like her mommy, everything will end because of her illness. I won't be able to move on even more if I become selfish now, Kent is totally not the only man in the world. Kenzo is still there for me. Love can be learned, right? I can learn to love Kenzo but before I do that I have to make everything right and I should start right now by moving on.

Her hands sl0wly hug around my torso, as I slowly tilt her head up, interlacing my fingers in her hair as I tugs on her strands delicately. "I am no fool, Mia. I am no fool. One day, you'll say yes to me, and when that happens I will make it worth your while. I'll show you how good you are at loving someone else, that, being me of course, and spend my days loving you as well. You say you're not perfect...So what? Who gives a shit. You're not perfect. No one is. But I swear to you, that if you give me a chance... Just one chance, I will make it worthwhile." I say as I pull her closer.

Each syllable held the weight of my love, and I felt the strength of our tie becoming stronger with each passing instant. In the midst of my muddled thoughts, her eyes gleamed with astonishment and affection. Time appeared to stand still as she listened intently, her look a mix of astonishment and expectation. It was at that time that I realized, regardless of the outcome, I had taken the risk that love demanded.My heart began to race and my hands were slightly clammy. I reached inside my pocket, my fingers brushing against the smooth surface of the ring box, a symbol of my unwavering dedication and affection.

She hardly made her point clearly due to her stammering. "What's with this gir I looked at her attire. It was no where related toa staff dress. But what angers me is that if she is a maid, can't she fucking use her hands for knocking. How can she enter my bedroom without my permission. After Tania's incident, I started hating women to the core and didn't want any of them to be near me. First she was silent then something came into her mind and she fucking told me thatI was at fault. Then I remember that I must have forgotten to close the door but I did not let my expression changed to guilt.

he finished. “Yes.” Silence stretched between them, heavy but not hostile. He didn’t close the distance. Didn’t reach for her. Sophia noticed. “You’re waiting,” she said. “I am.” “For permission?” “For trust,” he answered. She closed the space herself, stopping inches away. “Trust isn’t something you ask for,” she murmured. “It’s something you prove and earn.” “I know.” “And love?” she asked, her voice barely above a breath. “Love is choosing you every day,” he said, unwavering, “even when you walk away.”

“Let him try.” I turned, heart pounding. “Why are you doing this?” Adrian’s gaze held mine, unflinching. “Because I love you.” The words felt like heat in the cold room. Not possession. Not strategy. Love. My eyes filled again. “I don’t know if I deserve that.” Adrian crossed the room and knelt in front of me, taking my hands in his. “You don’t earn love by being perfect, Iris. You earn it by being real.”

a soft smile played on his lips. He seemed excited. Great mood. Thank Goddess. I can easily take my permission without beating myself much. “Thank you, Anthony. I had to, because…” My voice halted in my throat. I thought I would be able to spill the words simply but nah… I stopped. For what reason? I have no fucking idea. “What?” Anthony raised a brow. Waiting. “What do you want, Eira?” “Permission,” my eyes shut as my throat forced the word out. “Permission? What for?”

I said while waving my hand, embarrassed to face the young man with his hard body exposed to me. "My name is Marcus. For the sake of saving my life I vow my whole life to protect you." I gasped, did I save anyone? "... it doesn't have to be... you saved me earlier... it's not worth it." I'm getting more and more confused, this guy doesn't need to follow me all my life, right? "He belongs to the bloodline of the purebred wolf, if he is saved by someone, the family of the wolf shall follow as master. Ah, I'm Joanna Clinton, you can call me Joan."

She felt desperate for an answer that would solve her problem. "Can you really be with someone you don't love?" So Ra asked, trying to make her change her mind. "Jason begged me to give him a chance. And well.." Lana paused. "He was a bit manic." "Just do whatever you want! I'm leaving." So Ra stood up slamming her hands into the table, she stormed off leaving Lana looking bewildered. ~~~

“Thank you for letting me stand near it.” They stayed like that for a moment, no promises, no declarations. Just presence. ************************************************************** Later, alone in her apartment, Lena stood by the window, city lights stretching endlessly below. Freedom hadn’t given her certainty. It had given her choice. And for the first time, she understood that love, real love didn’t arrive as rescue or possession. It arrived as space. As patience. As someone willing to walk beside you while you learned how to stand on your own. Whatever came next, she knew one thing for sure: