Special Love Novels & Stories

It feels special. Our love is no longer forbidden. We finally break the chains of forbidden love.

he stops, getting choked up. All three sprites look up, as if they’re going to rush back to their mate to comfort him. He growls softly at them, and I watch their bodies shiver before they return to their food. “Damn, I love my mates.” “There is something very special about sprites. And something special about those who are mated to them,” I say. “I can tell you, I haven’t felt special in a very long time. But those girls of mine … they make me feel special every day.”

24/7 = Heaven 너와의 첫 데이트 자꾸만 애처럼 설레 요즘 난 Sunday 너라는 해가 뜬 Sunday 너와의 첫 데이트 자꾸만 애처럼 설레 요즘 난 Sunday 너라는 해가 뜬 Sunday 24/7 하루 종일 니 생각만 했지 기대했던 첫 데이트 내게는 왠지 특별한 날이 될듯해

No one whispered insults loud enough for her to hear. Kai leaned closer to her and spoke softly, “I don’t care what they say. To me, you are my mate, and that makes you special. You always have been.” Selene’s breath caught in her throat. She looked up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears of joy. This felt like a dream. A beautiful, impossible dream she never wanted to wake up from. For years she had admired him from afar, accepting that someone like her could never be close to him. Now here he was, holding her hand in public and calling her special.

A car appeared behind her and was moving towards her. "Sia!!!" A manly voice came from behind her. He dragged her arm. She bumped into his iron chest. The last thing before fainting she remembered. His face was covered with black mask and he was wearing a sky blue shirt. the drop of rain was touching her face but She felt warm in his arms. She closed her eyes. He was calling her name. She had lost her consciousness. In farmhouse. Simon was laying on bed inattentive from the world. He missed his child. He loved children a lot. When he heard this good news. he was delighted.

The room was infused with a deep sense of intimacy, a hallowed sanctuary where our souls had merged, leaving an indelible trace on the fabric of our love. In that quiet embrace, we reveled in the afterglow of our union, knowing that our love had transcended physical pleasure. It was a celebration of the deep connection we shared, a testament to the beauty of love in all its forms. Capello Thabo I was supposed to propose, not give her a necklace. I'm a moron.Now or never. The small, lighted setting was ideal for our romantic meal for two. As the soothing tunes of a live pianist filled the air, the soft glow of flickering candles produced a pleasant, romantic ambiance. In the background, Alici

God gave him the woman he never imagined he could have. She looked at him while they were walking held each other’s hand. She never knew that she could feel so much love from this man. A man who makes her always feels secure and special. She noticed Rovi walks after she stepped two steps forward. She looked at him; she saw how his eyes look at her with admiration and full of respect. She saw her reflection on his eyes, she can see how he's eyes see her. That quiet conversation just by looking at each other’s eyes made them deeper in love in each other. A love that would never break by an accident, a love that never fade just by unremembered details, a love that never cut just by a person, a

Never once did Helena think about living that dream with anyone other than Alex. People say to move on and forget someone who’s been in the past is to connect with new men. But love is not an item that if it is no longer used can be discarded and replaced with a new one. Love is a sacred form of human feeling. Love is so precious and can’t be replaced like stuff.

—she took another sip of her wine slowly, the intimidating look with the smile still on her face—"as I said earlier. Today will be the end of everything between us, whatever it is called. Because for me there is nothing very special between us all this time" "Nothing special?! Then, what kind of relationship between us for you??!" Key glaring, looking disapprovingly with his sharp gaze. "Rules number one, don’t raise your voice in front of me. It seems you are too comfortable because I let you do anything you want. Rule number two, stop fooling around with me. A relationship can be called a relation if there is an aligned vision between two-person, and for us? What kind of a relation between

Lying there, enveloped in a post-coital haze, the room pulsed with an ineffable warmth. Lexi was snuggled into my side, her head resting on my chest, while Luke's head found a home against the curve of my back. A cocoon of intertwined limbs and whispered affections, we were an image of unconventional love, and I felt a deep sense of gratitude saturate my bones. Love like this—complex, unscripted, real—was rare. I knew that, and I cherished it.