Standing Before Love Novel Novels & Stories

It was not some cheesy line, but a firm statement after all ‘Love is not running away or giving up, it’s standing and fighting for every moment. . . . #TBC

Behind me was nothing but the sea sinking into the gentle pastel tones of evening. Beneath me was nothing but the soft sand, still warm under my bare feet. And ahead of me, nothing waiting but laughter, light, and, at last, the embrace of my love's arms. _________________________________ NEW STORY TITLE: MOONBOW (Lesbian sEX) ****** Part One

Judgement waiting to happen. “Novah.” The voice sliced through the fragile quiet, sharp and honeyed. Loveth. My body locked. Every muscle tightened, bracing for impact. Slowly, painfully slow, I lifted my head. She stood a few feet away, flanked by Alice and another beta girl whose name I always forgot. Loveth looked perfect, as always. Her blonde hair cascaded in artful waves, her uniform crisp and tailored, hugging curves I’d never possess. Her smile was wide, dazzlingly white, but it didn’t reach her cold, assessing eyes. Alice smirked, a predator scenting weakness. The other girl just looked bored.

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

Nadia vanished; allies paid. Home: Stripped, showered, wounds tended. We made love slow—kisses healing, bodies reaffirming life. His hands everywhere, mouth worshipping. I came whispering his name, him mine. Dawn: Coffee on balcony, city alive. No more running. We won.

She recalled the day she and Sean were kissing intimately in the bathroom, with James standing even closer to them than she was now to him. Was James’s pain then the same as hers now, unbearable to the point of suffocation? No, his pain must have been even worse. So this was what love felt like. To love someone was to be unable to bear seeing others being close to them or claiming them as their own. But she had hurt James deeply, countless times. Like self-inflicted punishment, she stood motionless in the snow, staring at the darkened window. The next morning, Jessica and James left for the City Hall.

“I’m in love with you.” My breath caught, my eyes widening in shock. Had I heard him right? Stanley Richardson, the man who’d treated me like a pawn, was standing at my door, confessing his love? It felt like a dream—a surreal, impossible dream. I rubbed my eyes, half-expecting him to vanish, but he was still there, his expression earnest and vulnerable.

I pleaded as my hands caressed down her hair romantically. “You weren't expecting me?” she asked, frowning a little bit. I knew prolonging the conversation would result in another disagreement. Before she could continue her nagging, I leaned close to her, my lips sucking in the words from her mouth. “I love you,” I whispered, my eyes piercing into hers. I could see the smile tugging by the side of her lips. The knocking on the door disrupted our romantic atmosphere. “Who is it?” I asked, with a hint of frustration in my voice.

After two years of waiting, the woman he loved was finally in his arms… “Sean… I love you…” Suddenly, Lyla stood on tiptoe and tremblingly pressed her lips to Sean’s thin lips. Like a pure and fresh flower bud, she sucked on his thin lips bit by bit, slowly flirting with the man before her like her former self. Then, Sean unexpectedly loosened his hold on her waist, allowing the beautiful and naked body underneath the bathrobe to come before his eyes the next second.