To Write Love In Her Arms Novels & Stories

Her hatred toward Xavier had just drowned out the guilt. She took a deep breath and continued, "At first, he did not give in. But I approached him again about six months ago and told him that I'd had a crush on him for five years. I told him he was my first love, and I was willing to wait for him forever. "I think he saw the version of himself that he wanted to be in me, so his resolve crumbled, and he crossed the line." Rachel was wearing a red dress. Her long hair cascaded down her back. She was the same age as my younger sister, but her eyes held so much more secrets and sorrows than a woman her age should have.

His arms wrapped tighter around her. "Tonight," he murmured, "we just love."

I was so lucky to have found my passion for writing and even luckier to have been given the opportunity to share my stories with the world. The publisher's words echoed in my mind, "You have a gift for writing romance." I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. To be recognized for something that I loved doing was truly a dream come true. I knew that the road ahead would be long and challenging, but I was ready for it. I had the support of my publisher and the love of my readers, and I was determined to make the most of it. As I turned the corner, I caught a glimpse of a couple holding hands and smiling at each other. I felt a sense of warmth in my heart, knowing that

I know it might be for just a second but I would still choose a second in your arms over millions in somebody else's. The sun sets, lights drown out and that is when you come to me. You come to me when the ache from another 'her' returns and I welcome you with arms wide open. It could be days, weeks, months, years from now and I'd still welcome you with arms aching from being held up in the air because I know it is wrong, I know it is not supposed to happen but I will forever choose a second with you than millions with others. -

"Yunoh, you know me! Why would I even plan this!" His tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he gripped her wrists tighter, "Right, I know you. Aren't you in love with me?" was his striking words that rendered her immobile. Her pupils trembled restlessly just as much as her whole body did. "And I guess you already know that I don't fucking love you the same. I know you so well, those fake tears won't get into me anymore. You've become so manipulative, huh?"

"My apologies for the interruption. Do continue, Yeojoon." "I was just wondering. Because I have never met such person before in my life, how could I have dreamed of him in such.." Intimate? Sweet? Romantic scene? "—In such a situation where we seem to be," In love? Yeojoon wants to shoot the voice in his head so it would shut up so suddenly. "— we seem to be.. close."

**AUTHOR’S POV** Opening her hazel orbs, she smiled blissfully because she was in her husband's arms. His arm was wrapped around her naked waist, like she dreams off many times in her life. Their bare bodies are molded to each other. He was hugging her so tightly as if she were disappearing. Finally, she is happy in her married life. She was getting what she always dreamed of her husband love, his care, his attention, and his comfort.

He sucked in a quick breath. He heard her swallow, but she didn’t say anything. “Well, maybe you could first do something with those arms…” he nudged his arm against hers. “Limply hanging down again.” “Okay, sorry…” With a little chuckle she put her arms around his shoulder. “Better?” “Mhmmm.” “What did you want to try?” she asked. “Something I’ve never done before.” He drew in another breath. “Okay. Here it goes,” he announced. “I love you.”

After warming up, he reached out and slowly pulled the person into his arms. What should I do, I really love her.

And faster than me, she jumped into a run, opening her mouth as the sweet sound of laughter followed, and I pushed my legs to run faster, outstretching my arms when she was close enough, and I scooped her into my arms, spinning us around as the crisp sea breeze flew around with us. Arms wrapping around each other, her locks of hair tickled me when she moved to hug me tightly. Her scent which I had forbidden myself from forgetting numbed my senses as I squeezed my eyes shut to keep the tears from falling, and with the lack of eyesight, I hugged her tighter, engraving this feeling into my very soul. "You're real. You're here... In my arms." "I'm real... And I'm here." Leaning back, I set her d