Please Fall In Love With Me Again Novels & Stories

“What?” I pull her close, heart thumping away. “If you’re not ready to say it back, that’s okay. But I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time. I love you.” “I love you, too.” “Really?” “Yes,” she says with a laugh, blinking back tears. “I knew I was falling but was scared you didn’t feel the same.” “I do, babe. I really fucking do.” Unable to keep my lips off hers any longer, I lean down and kiss her deeper than I should be kissing her in public, but I can’t help it.

He hushed me and kissed me again to take me into a new beginning, into a new world that was only ours. Falling in love again was completely out of my spectrum, not because it was difficult but because I didn't want to but with each breath I breathed with Virat, with each cry I cried with Virat, with each laugh I laughed with Virat I couldn't help but fall in love again more every time, every day, every second. The End.

"I wonder who the artist is?" "Hold that thought," he pulled out his phone to quickly Shazam the tune. "There you go—" He showed her the results. "—Choose To Love by Photronique." "I think it's fitting, don't you think?" She asked. "It is," Liam agreed. "Are you happy?" "Completely." She sighed as she melted into his arms again. "Me too," he admitted. "But I'll be even happier once I take off that dress and fuck you good. Prepare to be mindblown tonight, Princess. The doctor gave me a clean bill of health."

"I will make you fall in love with me again." His tone is so proud as if he is certain to get me so easily. I laugh in sarcasm when I go back to my senses. Make me fall in love with him again? He is a jerk. After all, he did to me, is that all he will say? Goodness! Perhaps he thinks he can get me as easily as before, but no. I'm sorry for him, I am no longer that fragile.

"I watched you struggle as a single mother, working yourself to the bone to provide for Ezra, and I fell for you. I've been waiting for years for you to see me, really see me, not as just a friend but as someone who could love you the way you deserve to be loved." I pulled my hand away from his, my chair scraping against the floor as I leaned back, trying to put some distance between us. This was too much. This was all too much. "Owen, I… I didn't know. I never thought…" My words tumbled over each other. "You don't have to say anything right now," he said quickly, mistaking my shock for consideration. "Just think about it. Think about what I'm offering you. A fresh start. A life where you're

I grabbed my phone and sent her a message: “Hi Diana, please send me the phone number of the gigolo. I just want to have a word with him.” Was it just a word I wanted, or was I lying to myself? Deep down, I knew the truth. I wanted to see him again. I longed to meet him in broad daylight, to see his smile, to feel the pull of his presence once more. The thought of him made me smile to myself. My eyes stayed glued to the phone, waiting for it to beep with a reply.

Why did some people fall in love again with those who had already hurt them? "Should I give myself a chance to love him again, even though he broke my heart once? My mind says no, but my heart keeps telling me that despite all the pain and heartache, he’s still my one and only..." Out of sheer frustration, she turned off the movie. It was ridiculously corny. Couldn’t she find anything decent to watch? Whoever wrote that script—ugh, so annoying. “I thought you were watching a movie? Why did you turn it off?” Briana asked as she stepped out of the bathroom.

I cupped his cheek with my hand and he put his hand over mine making circle patterns with his thumb. "Can you please give me another chance?" He whispered with pleading eyes. Who am I kidding? I can never stay mad at this guy no matter how times he keeps hurting me. I was in love with him. I was crazily in love with him! Instead of answering his question, I only did the one thing that I knew would answer his question. I pulled him closer as my lips crushed into his. At that perfect moment, I knew I was ready to listen to him and to give him a second chance that he deserved.

Daphne stared at him,ruefully. “Griffin.I love you.And I’ve always wanted you to love me back.But now I don’t.I don’t want your love.The love I have for you is draining every part of me.I hate it and I am going to do everything to get rid of it.Don’t you ever come to me again.I don’t want to see you anymore.” Layla was by her side now.She helped Daphne up to her feet and assisted her as they headed for the doctor. “Daphne,please…I’m so sorry,I can explain..”He begged,rushing to stand in front of her.

Kashmir chuckled as she saw Amaro's facial expression like a lost puppy. "You haven't sung for me yet." "Alright, I'll sing for you. It's an old song but I like the message of the song" Kashmir sung, 'endless love'. She never averted her gaze from Amaro while singing, so did Amaro. "I love you." Amaro said when she finished singing and carried her in his arms towards the bed.