The Love Novels & Stories

I continue “I’m promising today just today because love built one honest day at a time lasts longer than promises built on fear” We stand there Breathing each other in Holding each other up Choosing each other again His thumb brushes my hand My heart settles into its place Everything that once broke us now feels like the foundation of something new When the officiant tells us to seal the vow Adrian lifts my face gently He kisses me like someone who has learned that love is not ownership Love is openness Love is showing up And when he pulls back he whispers against my lips “This time let’s go home together” I smile A real one

he uttered which I completely agree with. Love is, by its very nature, unfettered. It cannot be purchased, traded, or bargained in any way. You cannot force someone to love you, nor can you keep them from falling in love with you – not for any amount of money. Love cannot be caged, nor can it be regulated through statutory means. Love is not a material, it is not a property, and it is not even a viable source of energy to be sold. Love has no boundaries, no frontiers, no quantitative mass or energy production, and hence has no territory or borders. “Can you buy happiness?” I asked and I saw how his forehead creased.

“Honestly, Emilianna. Would you blame me? I've walked this life wanting love but what to do when I don't find it? I can't just kill myself for it now. Can I?” “Listen Sweetheart, love isn't in a person. It's in the things you do. If you want to make yourself feel loved, it could be as simple as doing your hair so dancing in the moonlight. It could be as simple as cooking your favourite food. Love is within and all around you, it's nothing that you have to chase.” “You're right.” I said calmly and she caressed my hair. “For tonight, assume we are mother and daughter. Tell me the things you would only talk to your mother about, and I will treat your as my daughter.”

"Is this what love has done to you? Turned you into... this?" His expression didn’t change, and his voice remained low. "Boss, what I’m about to say—I want you to hear it as advice from a friend, not from your assistant. Love is not a weakness, no matter how much you’ve tried to convince yourself it is. It is not something to fear or hate. It is a necessity, like food or shelter. Sure, not everyone gets to experience true love, but when you do... even if it is just for a fleeting moment, it changes everything. It gives life meaning. Peace. Fulfillment.

she joked. "Turns out that bitch is you, so tell me about it" "You get it from your father, love is a both a concrete and abstract noun" "Sorry mum, didn't go further in school "Okay kiddo, love is emotional a feeling but it should be accompanied by actions. Tangible" "Yeah I get it. She is terrible at showing it but am sure she loves me. Wait until tomorrow I see her" "When will this stop?" "One last shot in my sling. If she doesn't want me then I'll move on..."

Adorable but needy. "Yes my love" I say as I turn to face him. We've been cuddling and watching movies all day since Daddy had business to deal with. He pulls me onto his boxer covered lap so that I'm straddling his toned thighs. He starts rubbing circles on my bare thighs making my core tighten in anticipation. I slowly start to rub my barely covered core against him as I kiss him passionately. I feel him harden beneath me as we both pick up our pace.

She stared at the floor. Why did I love a man more than myself? she thought. If anyone asked, Do you still love Mr. Tunde Ajayi? she would still say yes. But what is love? “Love is patient. Love is kind. Love does not envy. Love is not puffed up with pride. Love is sweet…”

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Becoming what I needed her to be. ⸻ She didn’t. She let it go too far. ⸻ The night she came back… I already knew. Before she opened her mouth. Before she tried to explain. I saw it. Attachment. Emotional compromise. Danger. ⸻ She said she loved him. I almost laughed. Not because it was funny— …but because it was predictable. ⸻ Love. People use that word like it means something. Like it holds weight. Like it can protect them.

Then I asked slowly, “Hey are you married?” He raised an eyebrow asking me to continue, so I did, "I'm Sienna, nice to meet you. I'm Sienna, officially left with nothing, I just left everything now. Plus you look like you are in need of cash, I have talent and a job to make money, I just need a marriage certificate. Meetings like this are rare, especially for someone like me, and you look like someone who would give a heartache to my Uncle, which is exactly what I'm planning right now.