The Book Love Novels & Stories

“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.”

Only the pages of her favorite books did portray what true love looked like. The ideology of love was written in ink and laid to rest in the warm pages of hard, leather jacket books which were found in the cold, dusty shelf of an old library. There it laid, buried and not to be exhumed. What made her think mere mortals could find love? Romeo and Juliet's love story was one hell of a kind but it would never be real. At least, not in her lifetime or anyone else's.

Instead of answering her, Eason leaned down and brushed his lips across hers, so brief Nyla wasn’t sure it had really happened. “Wha -,” she gasped, her heart beating as fast as Eason’s. “I love you, Nyla, and I have for a long time.” He leaned down again and pressed his soft lips against hers, this time lingering. Nyla gasped at the sensation, and Eason took it as an invitation to sweep into her mouth. Without thinking, her arms rose and went around Eason’s neck. After several long moments where Nyla felt like she was about to explode, they broke apart, both panting.

She sat opposite him as he opened his laptop and kept on typing as if she wasn't there. So, she was only going to look at it for a few minutes before she took out her main study materials to keep up her lie. The first few pages of the book were heavy in text, introducing its main theme: love. She skimmed through, catching some concepts prefacing the larger paragraphs. Something about emotional fulfilment, the nature of love, the art of living well, finding your life partner, maintaining your love life, understanding the principles of love, she zoned out.

he answered, and this just made me even more curious to ask him more questions. “Even though you can order it, but then it would take days for it to get here and you need it right now, so you had to come here,” I answered, giving him an explanation, and he nodded in agreement, immediately locking in. “What’s the name of this book?” I asked, and he swallowed. “Just an old classic historical romance book; Rebellious Love by Maura Seger,” he answered, and I slowly nodded. “Okay then,” I said as I took slow steps away from him.

"Baby, I have no idea. I would never leave the woman I love for whatever reason." "Yeah. You see Stephanie I can't figure it out as well. So it's hard to give a good reason why he left. All I knew was he was gone and he never looked for her." "You know that book was the reason I became your fan. The way you told her story was so realistic. It was as if I was with her, feeling all the emotions she was going through. I fell in love with the way the story ended. The way you shared how lost she felt and the pain she was going through. It was so real and personal."

Thank you for reading "Love And Secrets❤️ I love you guys so much 🥺=== Fuck friendship! Fuck my fucking crush on him! Fuck their stupid fight! Fuck... Fuck everything! It's all fucking bullshit!

At least now I know why they looked familiar, they were the people in the drawings on Hunter's bedside table. " It's nice to meet you Mrs McConnell. Love." I tried to sound cheerful but I failed woefully. " It's nice to meet you too hunny. I've heard so much about you from my husband. In due time, we do need to have a little chat" Mrs McConnell said, then added a wink as we shook hands. Another talk? " Hey, you're my brother's secretary right?" Love asked as she extended her own hand for a shake. " Yeah" I replied as I shook back.

She excused herself and went to her room. "Hello, Debs." Her mellow voice sounded through the phone. She initiated a video call, a few seconds later, a fair face with slightly plump cheeks, was revealed. Debbie is one of the most important friends she has. Adeline met her online on her book website. She was a fan of her works, Gradually, they became good friends. "Adel, how are you? It has been a long time, I saw your post, I really can't wait for you to conclude that book." The girl's heartily babbled.

"That's right, go ahead, point the finger at me. Put it on my shoulders because I'm at liberty at the moment." "At liberty?" She wanted to smack him. "Don't you mean unemployed? Or maybe unemployable is a better word." "You haven't been as supportive as you could. Why do you think I had to look for it somewhere else? From someone who appreciated me." She swallowed the bitter taste in her throat. "What about love?" His mouth twisted in a sardonic smile. "Love? That's what you write about in your books. That's the only place you'll find it. Don't look for it in real life."