Story By Love Novels & Stories

Carina looked at Castor apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Castor, but I won't be thinking about marriage anymore after my divorce. I will just continue focusing and spending all my time and effort on the orphanage and the kids here. "You're still young. There will be plenty of other young women who like you. You don't have to waste any of your time on a divorcee like me." Carina left after that. However, her words only made Aster feel even more hurt. The pain felt worse than death itself. In the end, the villain who made Carina no longer believe in love or marriage was himself. He was the one who did this to her. He had hurt Carina and made her lose hope in love.

The tie clip inside was still delicate, and the card read: Safety, health, and mutual trust are the best marriage. After reading it, Shen Zeyan gently hugged me. Instead of an expensive gift, he took out a family agreement we wrote together: Communicate frankly immediately when encountering any problem, without hiding or bearing it alone; Trust each other firmly and not be influenced by external rumors or malicious videos;

“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…”

That she would fight. But she hadn’t. And now, she had done it again. The soft chime of the café door closing behind her felt like a gunshot, shattering the last illusion I had clung to. She still loved me. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when she looked at me, in the way her fingers had trembled when she touched me. But love wasn’t enough. Not in her world. Not when the man she was bound to was Damien Laurent.

My ears rang for a second Dad's new what? Somebody hold me cus I am never getting my head wrapped around this. I couldn't comprehend my words, I began to stammer Dad…… did……… what? Dad has had a girlfriend all this while and proposed to her a week before summer break was over. Zoey said And I didn't know? I responded He didn't want to tell you…….. yet, because he knows you wouldn't accept, so I thought you secretly found out and refused to say something but rather put in more anger to fuel him up. Zoey responded

Our happiness today was in no small part due to their love, support, and sacrifice. Thanks to them, we could now live the love story we truly deserved. _THE END_

“Okay, then explain it to me again, because from what I remember you telling me about it, it’s just about how like love is like a sticky note.” “Close,” I begin explaining, “he said that love can be written on crumpled stationery, written on sticky notes wedged between the pages of a book or stuck on a fridge door, or baked into the edges of a chiffon cake. The point is that love takes different forms but the common thing about is that people like talking about it. Kind of like how we always end up interacting with it in some way, and we are all obsessed with it on some sort of level.”

“So Jeoff is waiting when Lily is ready. Look, my brother can understand the word respect. He is willing to wait.” “Do you know the ten million and the contract between them too?” I was shocked that she knew it, I nodded as an answer. “It is just so bad because their love story is started with that.” “Auntie Bell you are a writer right? Sometimes, love stories have bad start but it will soon be nice because of the twists, trial and obstacle because at the end they will prove that they love each other. Happily ever after.” Huh? Why my stories, the ending is tragic?”

No one has the right to choose where they are born and not everyone can rise to change their fate. If changing fate was simply a matter of hard work, then this city would not have so many needy people. There are people who work without rest, but until they die, they do not leave behind any valuable material. - Your status is now my lover. Everything that I have is yours. You don't have to be self-deprecating. He kissed his lover on the lips again and then carried her to the ground, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly. Finally, true and beautiful love like a fairy tale has come to him.

“And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote this story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever.” —From Moulin Rouge