The Turkish Lover Audiobook Completo Novels & Stories

He called out to me. One of my cousins kicked him on the side. "Shut your damn mouth! Do you know what it means to love someone? Is kidnapping someone and forcing them to do what you want love? You were going to force her to stay with you despite what she wanted!" "That is because I love her! I knew that I could have changed her mind! I could have shown her that the both of us are meant for each other! Zira, we can still leave. Rowan is not coming back. He's already dead. And he won't have ever been able to love you the way that I do! Just come with me. Trust me and come with me!" He told me.

" Eloise whispered, lying lazily on her bed. "Your father is persistent alright. He chased us literally all throughout town, proposing his love to me. Your poor grandpa almost fainted in stress on multiple occasions. Finally he got so annoyed that he gradually came to accept the crazy man and married me off," she said with a soft smile on her face. "That sounds nice... I hope I find a man like that," Eloise whispered, watching the small rain drops run down her window pane. Right then Odette ran into their room in a hurry.

Stacy had a different taste, and he smiled. “Yeah, I ordered the large cup for you,” Zach mumbled. Stacy beamed at his sweet tone. Her smiles filled the gap for a moment. Does he really love Stacy at all? Isn’t he just trying to get rid of something he should never have done? Is he not guilty? Zach was… guilty. It was such a foreign feeling. That even if he’s guilty, he can love the one who broke him to his treasure.

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Doctor Great pushed me roughly and I almost landed flat on my face. Doctor Great turned to face Damian who was held by his men. "Tell me, what am I going to do to your darling girlfriend?"Great asked. " Let us be or you can kill us both so we will then be together in the afterlife," Damian said. Doctor Great began laughing hysterically. "You're funny." His face turned into a hardened frown. "I hate love!" He yelled. "Every girl I've loved always didn't love me back." He gritted his teeth and laughed again. "I will end every love story as a villain. Even in the afterlife."

There was a void in his chest. Jean Luc knew he was running from reality. There was absolutely no way. Lucinda could not be the sinful, vile, wicked, brutal RD. Although he dreaded to accept the truth, he must admit that it made so much sense. Her scars, her mysteries, her stories, her personality. It answered so many of his questions. He fell in love with a murderer. The murderer. He was so deep into it that he became blind. He had been holding the hand of a demon. He had been tasting her skin. Making love to her. And for God's sake, he had enjoyed it. Tremendously.

"I know I messed up. I was a bastard before! I was blind and treated you like dirt. I shouldn't have lied to you; I shouldn't have hurt you for someone else's sake! "Alessia, I love you. I really do. When I almost lost you while standing outside that OR in Nuvak, I finally understood that I can't live without you. Can you please come home with me? We'll start over, and I'll do whatever you want. I'll give you everything the Luca family has to offer…"

“I’m showing them to you. You don’t have to read them unless you want to. But I want you to know they exist. That I trust you with them.” A tear slipped down my cheek. And then another. He reached out and caught each one with his thumb. “I love you,” he said again, the words a soft confession. “And loving you means letting you see where I come from. Even the parts I wish I didn’t remember.” I touched the covers of the journals softly. “Thank you. For trusting me. For… letting me see everything that shaped you.” His voice was low. “You’re the only one I want to see me.”

"Do you have any idea what it's like to be unloved in your own home? To give all—your body, your health, your soul—and be treated as a stranger? And now this…" I hid my face in my hands. "I can't believe this occurred." He turned to the door. "You thought it enough to cry in my arms last night." It rendered me speechless. "I've seen your type before," he continued. "The sulky, miserable ones. The dead-eyed, smile-through-it ones. You play-act until play-acting is all you're ever any good at." He pushed open the door and glanced over his shoulder at me once, smiled. Not warmly. Just

He took a deep breath, attempting to control the storm brewing within him. “I loved your mother more than words can convey, you don't know how much I missed her,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t question my feelings or motives. You’re too young to grasp the complexities of adult relationships.” But before he could continue, his daughter’s grief-fueled defiance took over. “Did you really love my mom? Or did you only marry her because of her wealth!” Elissa shouted. ‘slap’ In a surge of frustration, Alfredo’s hand met her cheek with a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, leaving an eerie silence. His eyes widened, realizing the weight of his actions, while his daughter’s tear-str