Real True Love Story Novels & Stories

I know nоthіng аbоut lоvе, оthеr thаn thе irrefutable еvіdеnсе іt mаkеѕ men dо ѕtuріd thіngѕ. Mеn like me act wіthоut thinking bесаuѕе of lоvе, and we bеlіеvе things thаt аrе juѕt not rеаlіѕtіс. I dіd bоth—fіrѕt with Nеоn, аnd thеn wіth Cаrrіе. I wish I соuld tаkе bасk my stupid dесіѕіоn tо believe Nеоn bасk then.

F:- You know what's true love is tanvi ? T:- (shocked ) umm.. papa.. (confused ) I know what it's meant maybe but I don't know how to explain it . F:- (smiling ) It's very easy let me put it that way you are Drake's true love . T:- (angrily ) How can you say that papa you remember he forced me to get married with him , he used uncle Theo's family as my weak point . It's that what true love is ?

Cameras flashed, questions flew, but Sophia saw only Lucas at the podium, his eyes finding hers. Looking at him, she remembered their first night together – both broken, both using each other. And every moment since that had built something true from those broken pieces. That was their real story. Not contracts or schemes or corporate wars. Just two people who chose each other, again and again. "Ready?" Lucas whispered as she joined him. Sophia took his hand, facing the cameras. Time to tell their truth, messy and complicated and real as it was. "Ready." After all, some loves were worth fighting for.

True love found us. The End.

He picks me up and takes me to the backseat of the car and lays me down on my back climbs into the backseat and slowly starts to kiss me. At this moment I realized something IM IN LOVE WITH THOMAS. Noone has ever been so gentle or loving with me ever. He starts out kissing me then slowly starts to enter me and all I can do is moan like a motherfucker. He made love to me but he also slightly made it quick. "Wow what was that for?"

It was straight, so I knew he wanted to say something important. “Yeah?” I replied, stretched my hands to his and held his. “You know I love you, right?” I was taken aback by that reminder, but I just nodded and waited for his next words. “So I’d really appreciate it if we don’t build our relationship based on lies and secrets. I just want to be genuine. Have a serious relationship with you that would someday lead to marriage and having kids.” My blood suddenly became hot. Heat surged through me when he got to that part, and I didn’t know when I tightened my hands around his.

I stared at Dad in shock. "That's just what we told everyone else," he added. He picked up his cup of coffee, his gaze distant. It was as if he was seeing through time back to the night that changed his life forever. "The truth is, the day before the company went bankrupt, she took the last of the cash reserve and ran off with her lover. It was only later that I learned they fell out over how to split the money, and he accidentally killed her in the struggle. Ironic, isn't it?"

Seated crossed legged in her cabin, a room decorated to meet the standard befitting of a lady like her, Regina raised a cigarette to her lips and took one big, relieving drag. She held it in and a second later, slowly released it. The cloud of smoke appeared in front of her and drifted into the faces of the two people who sat in front of her. She repeated the action again, this time, her two guests glanced at each other, surprise flickering across their expression. In fact, to say they were surprised was an understatement. They were employees of the company, and in Lancaster, if there was one rumor that every employee has heard, then it's the romantic story of how the most ruthless businessm

“Because I do.” He studies me. “You actually believe in that.” “Yes.” I narrow my eyes. “Don’t you?” He looks at me with something that feels almost fond… and almost sad. “True love doesn’t exist, baby,” he says lightly, like he’s discussing the weather. “That’s just something people tell themselves because reality sounds less appealing.” I stare at him. “That’s not true.” “It absolutely is.” “Tristan, that’s a horrible thing to believe.” “It’s a realistic thing to believe.” He tilts his head slightly. “Love is chemistry. Attachment. Timing. People romanticize it because admitting it’s mostly circumstance sounds depressing.”

“Let them see. Let them watch how I love you. How I claim what’s mine.” She moaned, and her legs wrapped around me. And then I was inside her. We made love like animals under the moonlight—raw, aching, passionate. I kissed every inch of her, told her I loved her with every thrust, every moan, every breath. “Mine,” I whispered. “You’re mine, Lisa.” “Yes,” she cried out. “I’m yours, Vincent. I love you!” Those words made my soul explode. “I love you too,” I gasped, pounding into her harder. “So much… too much…”