Poetry Books For Lovers Novels & Stories

Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionery. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home" If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't

I haven’t been attracted to anyone else ever since. I would love nothing more than to be able to openly embrace her and carelessly love her in front of any one and every one but life just isn’t always that easy. We risk so much with this bond. A vampire and werewolf bond is just unthinkable and both of our families would no doubt kill us.

The whole place was quiet like a graveyard as the only sound that could be heard was the moving sound of the clock hung on the wall. Omar was standing anxiously at the library waiting for Kabir because he couldn’t wait to receive the birthday gift he got for him. He was very happy and eager at the same time as he sat on one of the library seats waiting for his best friend.

So he lit it and blew the smoke away from the room and towards the cold air of the night. "They won't forget about it," I answered him. "But it'll let them think of something else. The wedding of the century. Honeymoon. Kids. They have our entire future to plan." I took my robe from the foot of the bed and joined Lucas on the balcony. For a moment, there was silence. Only the crickets made the sound from the garden below. I leaned on the flat railings and looked up at the stupid stars twinkling above us, playing with the glass. Lucas did the same, blowing out a cloud of smoke away from my face. I knew that Lucas was thinking about his response and he was so tensed his jaw was twitching.

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How they both kept missing each other by inches like fate was playing puppeteer with broken strings. Later that night, he stopped by a small bookstore one she’d once loved. And there, by impossible coincidence, he found one of her poetry collections displayed at the counter. He picked it up, flipped to the last page. “Sometimes, I think love is not about meeting at the right time but learning how to keep walking until time grows kind again.” He smiled bitterly. “You’re still writing to me, aren’t you?” he whispered. He bought the book, tucked it under his arm, and walked out into the street where the city lights flickered like tired stars.

The Edge of Shadows The bitter wind howled through the ruined valley, carrying with it the scent of ash and despair. Saraphina tightened her grip on John’s trembling hand, feeling the coldness seeping through his skin. The chasm beneath them pulsed with an eerie blue flame that danced like restless spirits trapped between worlds. Around them, the remnants of a once-majestic temple lay in shattered ruin, broken pillars and scorched stone telling silent stories of betrayal and bloodshed.

My wolf had already submitted to his touch. He sucked on my neck, his breaths sharp and ragged against my skin. “Uhh,” I moaned softly, unable to hide my reaction. How was I supposed to resist this man, this temptation? I consoled myself with the thought that this would be the first and last time this happened. My heart had toughened enough to stay away from pleasure or love. I saw them as poison, deadly to anyone foolish enough to indulge. “Hera,” he growled. My thoughts were in a mush, I needed to break this.

Now it was clear—Lena must have suggested it. Daisy’s emotions suddenly became complicated. "If they love each other, just let them be. Why all these unnecessary restrictions? As long as they’re happy together, what does it matter? Even if you push Alaric to find someone you consider ‘perfect,’ so what?" Isla patted Daisy’s shoulder. "Loving someone is such a beautiful thing—do you really want to wait until it’s too late to cherish it?" Thinking of her late husband, and then of Daisy’s devoted but often neglected husband, Isla felt that this is the thing Daisy should be focusing on instead.