The Edge Of Love Cillian Murphy Novels & Stories

Kieran placed the steak he had cut up in front of me and asked in concern, “Is there anything wrong?” I put down my phone and shook my head indifferently. Kieran hesitated briefly before slowly saying, “Liora, actually, that day I wanted to say…” The snow was falling outside the window when I held his hand. His heart sped up, and he smiled. “Liora, I love you.” “Me too.”

The last time I checked, Maisie Illeana, the one I loved and lived for was in a critical position after too much exposure to the sun. As we waited, one tall, thin doctor walked up to us. His veins were popping out. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, "I'm sorry -" ** And that, my dear friends is how fate chose neither of the options, "love or live," for how could I live after all I'd passed and how could I love after how life had dealt with me. But besides all this, my father smiled and if that wasn't queer, I don't know what is.

Snapping my head up, I snarled at him, “Edgar Darkmoon, you don’t need to run after me like a mad dog because of a video confession that I made! It was just a bet that I had to fulfil, alright?! If you think I am in love with you or have any kind of arousal at the very fucking sight of you, you need to stop dreaming and come back to your senses! I would NEVER fall in love with a bully like you!” Edge’s face soured at my words. I squirmed out of his grip, and out of stall, breathing heavily.

Emily's POV: Pretending to love him was never tough for me. With a genuine smile on my face, a slight flush of cheeks, the? rigorous beating of heart, sweatiness of palm, butterflies in the stomach or the stuttering of my tongue, I was familiar with all types of symptoms of love. Because I had experienced all of them. In mere twenty years. Edward's parents came to visit us, giving us the wedding gift for our honeymoon. Bam! What had they given us? Tickets to a seven days trip to Mauritius. Sounds dreamy right? Well, it ain't any dream, I am telling ya!

I know she hates that. “I love you, Leilani. I love you because the world has shown me the way to you. I love you because my heart craves your name, my eyes bleed to see you, my spirit drowns in your eyes, my soul smells yours even when we are miles from each other. I love you because I have no choice… I didn't ask to love you. I didn't have to love you, but I love you all the same. Now I ask you; will you marry me?” Edgardo says. Nice speech. But I can bet my whole company that he didn't mean any of that.

That was the man I had loved for 10 years…and he was holding someone else's hand, about to make a lifetime of vows to her. "Mr. Davon Parker, do you take Ms. Natalie Rivera to be your wife, to love and cherish her through good times and bad, in sickness and in health, for the rest of your lives?" Davon's voice was steady and filled with emotion. "I do." My heart twisted like a knife had been driven straight through it. "Ms. Natalie Rivera, do you..." Just then, a message flashed across the large screen behind them in blood-red letters. [Natalie Rivera, you stole my husband. I hope you die from your illness soon!]

I refused to let William's driver pick me up. Instead, I just stared at the door, hoping to see William walking in anytime soon. Yet, he never bothered looking for me that night. Only when the sun rose did I receive a notification from an entertainment tabloid on my phone. It read, "#Rich scion William Blackburn spotted on vacation with his lover." In the video, William and Elaine were seen holding hands together as they took a romantic stroll along the beach. The love he had for her was practically written in his eyes.

I ran towards it and stared as it glow like an ember. "This must be the ember of love!" I exclaimed. "You're right Princess," an unfamiliar voice suddenly spoke. "Who are you?" "I am the ember of love waiting to be flourished by you. When you learn how to turn that ember into a blazing flame of affection then you could easily defeat Velion," she told me. "But how?" I really have no idea on how to use that ember of love. "It's all up to you. Remember to listen to your heart and everything will go according to how destiny planned it to be." Those were the last words I heard from her before I opened my eyes to see the worried faces of my friends and aunt Athena.

Every bit of your effort is in vain. But on the contrary, you think it's your fault, that you didn't try hard enough. For two years, I've been convinced that Jacob loves me. It's just that he can't communicate. It wasn't until I saw "Love of My Life" that I realized how ridiculous I had been for two years. It's not that he can't love, it's just that he doesn't want to love me. I mentioned the breakup with Jacob. He opened his mouth and ultimately did not say a single word.

"Y'know, I had a really bad feeling earlier. It felt as if I was about to lose you. It was so painful… Did something happen to you?" I lowered my eyes and raised the finger that I had bandaged up on purpose. "I was preparing a gift for you earlier and cut my finger accidentally." "A gift?" He studied my wounded finger skeptically. Then, I looked straight into his eyes calmly and said, "Yeah. It's right there in the drawer. You can open it after tonight." Matthew breathed a sigh of relief and tightened his hold around me. "Babe, I think I love you more than I imagined. My heart was in so much pain and I threw up blood even when all you had was this minor injury.