Story By Love Novels & Stories

Kain whispers into my ear, his breathing heavy as he holds back his wants and desires while my body gets used to being invaded like this. Nodding hazily, I mumble an almost incoherent, “I love you, Kain.” “I love you too, Liam.” Kain’s gentle confession, followed by a passionate but tender kiss, has me lost completely in the moment's bliss. Even the pain from this being my first time pales compared to the joy I feel from finally being claimed by my lover.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

Each entry held a piece of the story, a glimpse into the forbidden love affair that had haunted our family for generations. The journal chronicled the tale of two souls bound by love, torn apart by circumstances beyond their control. It spoke of their unyielding devotion, their sacrifices, and the insurmountable obstacles they faced in their pursuit of happiness. As the story unfolded, we realized that their love had not only defied societal norms but also ignited the fury of those who sought to keep their union hidden.

It was late at night when Jonathan and Diana got out of the Gaddi. In silence, the two walked back to the hospital. The street was deserted and it seemed natural that they walked arm in arm and slowly. The night was beautiful and pleasant and so they could appreciate it better. In fact, that night seemed made for love. Jonathan's nearness began to exert a strange attraction on Diana... who wanted to get closer but steadfastly resisted. However, as they walked, his arm brushing against hers, their bodies very close, the desire increased and a climate was created between them that suddenly, out of the blue, he stopped and tightened Diana in his arms. With unexpected tenderness, he began to kis

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He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

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Just like that, tears came streaming down my cheeks. "There's so much I never told you," I choked out. I went on, "I spent two years trying to win Declan over. However, once we were together, I found out he was in love with someone else. "Her name is Beatrice Porter, and she's his first love. All those years, I'd never seen her. I kept thinking maybe I still had a chance. "Then, one day, I was cleaning up his study and accidentally knocked over a wooden sculpture on his desk. He shoved me away and told me I wasn't allowed in there anymore. That was when I noticed the name 'Beatrice' carved into the base."

“That sham marriage of yours must be exhausting.” A chorus of laughter followed. “Seven years with that woman,” another voice chimed in. “You must feel trapped.” Adrian’s voice came again, low and heavy. “You have no idea.” The words pierced through me deeper than I ever expected. I stood paralyzed outside the door, my heart shattered. “Man,” someone joked, “I bet you’re counting the days until that contract ends.” Adrian didn't answer. But he didn't deny it, either. My chest tightened until I could barely breathe. Imagine how he complains. Imagine how I lived. Seven years of silence. Seven years of humiliation. Seven years of loving someone who never wanted me.

“That's a never-ending story, a story without a happy ending, a love fable without a moral, a fairy tale without magic, a salty coffee.” “How sad is that, Ximena, although suddenly there is the possibility that your lover will love you back or whatever it is that keeps you from being together will be fixed?” “Emily, it's very complicated; even if another moment of love happens, I don't see a good outcome.” “Tell me, Ximena, what happened.” “It's something crazy that I don't even know how to tell you.” “I suppose you will tell me in due time. I, on the other hand, had a boyfriend, a boy from the orphanage; his name was