To Write Love In Her Arms Novels & Stories

I'm scared I'm going to fail them. "You won't," he said. "You've never failed anyone. You've never failed me." She leaned into him. His arms wrapped around her. I love you, she wrote on his chest. "I love you too," he said. "Now and always." She closed her eyes. She let herself be held.

She turned and strode out of the room with lethal purpose, leaving Daisy speechless. Daisy rose and walked to the mirror, loosening the braid that fell over her back. “Daisy,” Arman said as he approached quietly with effortless confidence. “Now you know,” she said before he could continue. “I do not care,” Arman answered firmly. “Whatever your past holds changes nothing.” Daisy paused, her fingers still in her hair. “Arman…” “I love you,” he said, stepping forward with urgency. He held her shoulders and searched her eyes. “Nothing will change that. If this boy means that much to you, then he means that much to me as well.”

I held her tighter, kissed her deeper, and gave myself to her in full. Not just my body. But everything else I hadn’t known I was ready to give. My strength. My softness. My surrender. Her name spilled from my lips like a prayer. And in that moment, I stopped thinking about what tomorrow might bring. Because right then, in her arms, with her body claiming mine— I had everything. Until she leaned over, her cheeks brushing against mine as she whispered. “I love you.” I froze.

you off, I didn't do anything other than guide you...and yes, I might have contributed a little but the role was yours to play and you played it well" Ari interjected..." but, I want you girls to keep up...the more you train, the more you become excellent...and you, Amalia, you've got some moves up your sleeves, just need to work more on it.." She flashes a warm smile to the girls..." neither are you any less, Nelly... practice is all that's needed" the girls were extremely happy as they hugs themselves feeling the warm of each others arms..."can I?" Ari asked with her hands widely spread, silently asking if she can join in the group hug. They nods their head and stretch out their arms for

"I'm scared that you don't find me attractive anymore." "You are the most beautiful and attractive woman I have ever met. I love you so much." "You want to marry me?" "I want you to be my wife. What do I have to do to convince you?" I asked. "Kiss me." I captured her lips and we kissed each other passionately. My hands travelled inside her lingerie and caressed her breast. It's been so long since I was able to hear her moan in pleasure. I removed her lingerie attacked her breast with my mouth. I love how full they were.

His arm tightened, a steady band across her, not to hold her in place, but to remind her she wasn’t hanging over a void. She typed, slowly, tasting each word as it appeared on the screen: > This time, when love came knocking, she opened the door with her eyes wide open. She stared at it. The sentence wasn’t tidy. It didn’t promise “always.” It didn’t swear away pain. It just named what had changed. Her. Her posture toward the thing that had once destroyed her. She read it again. Her lungs loosened. “That’s it,” she said quietly. “Yeah?” Corvin asked.

He held out his arms to her while he was still seated on the bed. She got close enough and wrapped her arms around his neck as she smashed her lips to his, she kissed him with such passion, as if assuring him that she was only his. Her arms explored his back while he held her waist, slowly sliding his arms down her buttocks and gripping them with his hands.

Tears of pain and pleasure filled her eyes, whereas her arms automatically embraced him tightly. Yes, they both would find out about it very soon….that who would win….her hate or her love?

Élianor She takes me in her arms, she takes me the way you take your daughter, the way you take your child, the way you take your life, your heart, your soul, everything you have, everything you are, everything you will be, forever, for eternity, until the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love. Her arms are warm, her arms are soft, her arms are those of a mother, the ones I have always searched for, always wanted, always hoped for, always believed in, always loved, without knowing them, without ever having touched them, without ever having felt them, without ever having loved them,

he asked, an emotion I couldn’t read etched onto his face. I smiled slightly, shaking my head. I found that I couldn’t be cross with him over something he was already beating himself up about. He let a sigh as if he had been holding his breath, wrapping his arms around me. “I love you, Callista.” he whispered into my ear. I found my arms sliding up his body and wrapping around his neck, as if they had a mind of their own. “You really shouldn’t, you know.” I said, wishing I could tell him without a doubt that I loved him too.