She Said She Love Me Whatever That Means Novels & Stories

Her anger flared again, "Start with 'I love you.'" Calvin looked bemused, "Bella…" She met his gaze defiantly, "Didn't you say you'd try to fulfill my wishes? I've never asked much of you over the years, just this one desire. Please grant it." "Some things don't need to be said. Does saying 'I love you' mean love?" "Fine, then show me." As soon as she said it, realizing how her mind had raced ahead, she quickly waved off, "That's not what I meant, don't misunderstand."

I’ll still make her love me again by all means. Whatever it took

It made it not quite so bad, this thing that he was about to do. “Well, I love you,” she said. Her cheeks pinked. “I mean, not like that, of course. I don’t know you that well yet. But I have this theory, right? We all have a bucket. This big, empty bucket that’s just waiting for somebody to fill it, and . . . ”

In one instance, she entrapped me between her arms, staring directly into my orbs, my reflection reflecting hers and mine reflecting hers. "My mom has no idea what I've been doing with my life. She just comes and goes without a care in the world," she told me. "She acts like a mother whenever she wants and sometimes," she paused for a second, tiptoeing toward my ear and saying, "A lover." My eyes widened at the words she said. What does she mean by "lover"? "What? Are you surprised?" she asked, a sneer erupting through her lips. "Don't worry, I was the same back then."

"Maybe. But you made me this way." "No." She shook her head. "You were already like this. I just didn't want to see it." "I love you, Queens. Everything I do is because I love you." "That's not love!" Her voice cracked. "Love doesn't hurt like this. Love doesn't send videos of themselves fucking other people. Love doesn't punish." "It's the truth.” I said.

she says as she pops it into my mouth. I can’t answer her right away because I’m chewing, but she knows what I’ll say when I swallow. I love you back. Wherever we are. Whatever happens. Now and forever. Always.

“Please. Start up a business, a fashion house, a modeling agency… anything.” I force the cheque between her legs. “Please.” She shuts her eyes. When she opens them, they are teary. “I love you, sissy.” She pulls me in a big hug and kisses me. “I’ll be right here for you when you need me.” She murmurs. I don't get exactly what she meant but I nod.

she said, obviously not finished, “but it has no flaws like the others. And it expresses the way I feel for you.” She took a small breath. “My Love,” she murmured, the words carrying quiet fondness. I was wrong. She would ruin me before anything else could have the chance to.

When she says me her love. I sat and asked her, "What did you say ??!! My love ??!! Wow. That means you love me !! Actually, I can't remember anything. So, when I got up I saw myself almost naked." That time I realized I am still naked. So, I cross my legs and hands on my chest to cover myself. What she thought I dunno but she takes the blanket and covers me.

“Did I hear you right? You said you love me?” I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I realized what I had unintentionally said. Clearing my throat, I stammered, “Well, what I meant by ‘expressing my love’ is that I want to show you how much you mean to me through my own actions and efforts. It’s not just about cooking, but about finding ways to make you feel loved and appreciated.” Brayden’s smile widened as he took a step closer to me. “That’s all I needed to hear,” he whispered, leaning closer, which made my breathing quicken. “And I look forward to experiencing your love.”