Novel & Cerita The Love That Dares Not Speak Its Name

she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Lucas took a deep breath, searching for the right words to express his feelings. "I... I can't ignore the doubts that have been planted in my mind," he admitted, his voice filled with regret. "But I also can't ignore the love I have for you. I don't want to lose you, Camilla, but I need to understand what's going on."

"Let's do it. Let's fight for our love." ****************************

Love, Anna

“To my right is our current Beta Daniel Luske, and to my left our new Gammas, Trent and Ki Braintree. Do you consent to this ceremony?” “Yes,” They answer and smile. “Gamma Ki, will you come and officiant the vows,” Dad steps back. “Storybook Love” by Mark Knopler starts to play. This song is us. It’s us completely. “This love was stronger than the powers so dark, A prince could have within his keeping; His spells to weave and steal a heart, Within her breast, but only sleeping.”

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

"Designed to travel through the one thing no living creature can defend against, by the one who has been given back their name." The morning light fell across the table between us and I watched dust motes drift through it, tiny and ordinary and completely indifferent to the fact that my hands had gone ice cold. "Love," Lirien said. The word landed wrong. Too warm for the thing it was describing and too soft for the weight it carried.

A warm love that wasn't disgusting. THE END

Eye to eye, passionate and affectionate. "Amada." Nathan gently called the name of the one he loved. "Yes." Amada shyly replied. "I want to." Nathan honestly confessed. "What do you want?" Amada showed surprise, then looked at Nathan with a reserved expression. Amada was a little nervous, afraid that Nathan would demand physical contact from her. Making love to Amada is still a bit difficult, she is not mentally ready. Amada is also afraid that Nathan will be like Dylan, demanding legitimate rights, and when Amada insists on refusing, he will turn cold, and even hate Amada. Amada really didn't want to suffer those bad things again.

So this is what love feels like. ********

I sip some alcohol as I remember the picture of Rhyiuz and Amalia on Rhyiuz's phone the night when something happened between us. "You're not Feinah, Shasta…" I bitterly reminded myself of the reality. "No one can love you, except yourself. Do not dream that he'll gonna reciprocate your feeling. It's not his fault if you let him do you're his. Wake up!" I whispered, only the wind can hear and only the moon and stars can witness. Love is dangerous. It can either destroy someone or build someone but I know which part I am going and I need to wake up before I can't save myself.