Tactics Of Love Novels & Stories

“Love is a driving force, strong enough to move anyone, make them act according to emotions only.” “Heart is the only thing that was controlling her. She didn’t use her mind, which is why she always tried to force her love onto you even when you didn’t love her back the same way she did.” He became surprised to hear that. “But, she didn’t knew that, You can’t force your love onto someone else when that person has someone in their heart already. She was stupid for chasing after you that way. She needed to change her strategy.” “Strategy?”. Her eyes dropped to the glass of water that sat next to her plate.

I announce to Lucy who in the last five minutes, has tugged at the hem of her mid-thigh length gown,at least twenty times. "Maybe dial Eric?" She suggests and frowns as a dirty blonde guy suddenly snakes an arm around her waist from behind her. "Hey baby." the guy speaks and hiccups. "Care to dance?" he winks at her and staggers a bit but still manages to keep his arms beneath her waist. "Get away from me!" She snaps and wiggles her waist so his hand can fall. She scoffs and starts to walk forward but he stops her by grabbing a hold of her wrist.

Changing position, Ray spread his legs as he sat on his knees to give him better flexibility and he held Justin by his ass as they both moved their bodies in sync to create an erotic pattern, their pelvises pushing forward and backward at the same. This time their sex didn't involve any aspect of roughness to it only soft and sensual portray of the pure and irrevocable love they felt for one another. Justin felt Ray thrust into him in long and deep strokes and he held his love's face in his hands as he rotated his hips on a circular motion while mewing in pleasure. Stopping for a while since he was close to his release and he wanted to cum with his husband Ray took a few seconds to relax in

He only thought of her as a friend. Jennifer never understood why he did not love her. She always thought that she could make him love her. She always dressed like a supermodel every time they went on a date. It did not matter where they went, she always looked her best. She believed that looking good would pull him towards her and smelling good would excite him. She always wore expensive perfume. Only the best was good enough for her. They always went the places he wanted to go on their date. He asked her to choose the place to go. She always said anywhere is fine if I am with you. Every time she saw him, she smiles at him with lust in her eyes. Every time they went on a date, Jennifer alwa

When she vigorously nodded, he asked, “What do you want me to do?” Since it was important for him to be sure that she really orgasmed, and he wasn’t yet familiar with her sexual tastes, it stood to reason that he asked her what she wanted. He’s learned this from his sex clubs and thought it a good thing to practice. She raised her hips off the mattress and moaned. “I want you to love me.” Since she was in the throes of passion, he assumed the term ‘love’ meant ‘screw’. At least, to him, it did. After all, he’d already told her that he loved Theresa and planned on marrying her in a few short weeks.

Using such tricks to force her to reveal her true colors. "Do you want to come to my room yourself, or do you want me to carry you?" Dominic said in a low and heavy voice .. .... ... “The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space...Falling for him would be like cliff diving. It would be either the most exhilarating thing that ever happened to me or the stupidest mistake I’d ever make...It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal

“Doesn’t look like you’ve got a firm handle on this way, though.” “Oh, it might look that way, but…” He stepped closer to her, till their chests were almost touching, their breaths mingling as they breathed heavily, “I love to play the long game, Maeve. The really long game.” Maeve felt a shiver crawl up her spine as he spoke. For a moment, she was mesmerized at how his mouth moved and shaped with every word he said. She shook her head to snap herself out of it. What was wrong with her? “I don’t care what kind of games you like to play, Dominic. Now, can you get out? This is the women’s room.”

Tina Devacraux had lived with the peculiar burden for fifteen years now: the quiet, relentless knowledge that every worst decision of her life had been made out of love. Hatred was clean. Hatred announced itself with sharp edges and clear intentions. It left bruises you could see and name. Love, however, was infinitely more treacherous. It arrived wrapped in the soft language of sacrifice, whispering that temporary pain was kinder than permanent ruin. It convinced otherwise intelligent, otherwise decent people that if they could only endure being misunderstood for a little while, those they loved would one day understand. They would look back, see the full picture, and finally thank them.

Because when it came to obsession, I didn’t just feel it… I perfected it. He thinks he lost everything when he lost Alessia. He has no idea. He’s just being rewritten. By me sincerely, dramatically and flawlessly. And maybe one day, when he looks at me with something that feels like admiration, maybe even desire,I’ll whisper in his ear, “Remember, Salvatore… you didn’t choose me. I made myself impossible to reject.” That’s what real love is in our world. Not tenderness or fate. But strategy. And I have mastered it.

Hated the strange warmth it created. Hated him. Most of all, she hated herself for noticing anything at all. "I got lost." "Inside my private study?" His eyes narrowed. For a moment they simply stared at each other. A challenge. A battle. Neither willing to blink first. The storm crashed against the windows. Lightning flashed. The room brightened. And suddenly Adrian moved. One step towards her. That's all. Yet the distance between them vanished instantly. Celine's pulse jumped. He was too close.