Novel & Cerita Unbridled Love

you can speak now Hayley! I shook my head ,while playing with my pen.Everyone turned to see what i was going to say. "Well..uuuhh..Love is ..well love is not only the relationship between man and woman ... humm..but it's the relationship between a human and another human ... i mean..being a father, a mother, a daughter, a son, a friend, a wife, a husband or any human being ... love is the bound that keeps humans touched with each other ... love is the emotion that makes us live together in happiness with all our differences ... it makes us respect and accept the other the way they are ... it's the hope in this life ...Well as you all know,us women are..."

“Do you know why I chose the butterfly?” Yvette asked suddenly. Jett put down the sketch in his hand. His eyes landed on the tattoo behind her ear. “Only after experiencing the pain of breaking out of the cocoon can a butterfly spread its wings and fly. Am I right?” Yvette’s hand holding the pen shook slightly. Eight years of love had ended in nothing but a joke. She had once thought she would be trapped forever in that dark, rainy night. She had thought she would remain stuck in the moment Henry chose to save Sophia and abandon her.

still ending it with playful smile crossing her face. I nodded instantly"I can agree to that term"It will be easier to explain that why I am so heart broken to my father.If she is the one to break up with me. "But you must agree to one of my condition." "what's that?"Isabella shot back. "You must definitely cannot fall in love with me,I said holding her gaze." Her beautiful eyes widen and the dimned again"Trust me that won't be a problem,you are not my type.I should be the one telling you not to fall in love with me. "

This was why he couldn’t accept that the girl he liked loved someone inferior to him in every aspect. Since he was a child, he was taught that if he liked something, he had to obtain it by any means necessary—even if it was a person. Henry gritted his teeth. He was so ticked off that he would have broken Grant’s arms if it weren’t for his injuries. “Don’t touch her with those filthy hands,” he growled. Grant scoffed condescendingly. “What right do you have to talk to me like that? If it weren’t for Julia, you wouldn’t even be able to lick my boots. Best friends? Are you sure you’re even worthy?”

"Perhaps you dont realize it, Love... because people have made my reputation for being of a cold and distant even calculated man... But you are the first woman who managed to captivate me, bring me to fold, consume all of my thoughts... make me believe that there is such a thing as pure, untainted love in this world." His words, the vulnerability in them, completely disarmed me. Pure...Untainted... Those were the adjectives further from the truth, my lies, there was nothing pure about them. If he knew that the version of me he was so captivated by wasn’t real, how would he feel then?

--- --- It’s about choosing it freely. --- --- Without fear. --- --- Without control. --- --- Without losing yourself in it. --- --- And as the night continued— --- Nothing dramatic happened. --- --- No intense moments. --- --- No overwhelming emotions. --- --- Just presence. --- --- Just peace. --- --- Just something that didn’t need to prove itself to be real. --- --- And that— --- That was enough. --- --- Because sometimes— --- The strongest love isn’t the one that overwhelms you. --- --- It’s the one that stays steady—

She hung her head but couldn't move away. As they stood there, their eyes locked, a melody of emotions echoed in the air. Love, unrequited but deeply felt, formed a bridge between them, connecting their souls in a dance of unspoken desires. With every heartbeat, Luli's resistance crumbled, and she began to understand the true essence of their connection.

Protection that prevented living instead of enabling it. "I love you," he said simply, the words cutting through wine-induced haze with clarity that made everything else seem irrelevant. "I love you, and tomorrow you're leaving, and tonight I don't care about anything except making sure you know how completely, desperately, irrevocably I love you." Love that doesn't demand staying, doesn't require sacrifice, doesn't ask for anything except acknowledgment. Love that gives freely instead of taking possessively. The words hit her like physical force, breaking through defenses that wine had weakened and proximity had undermined. Love freely given without expectation, without demand for reciproca

I whispered to Darius. The Original froze, and suddenly, the grip on my throat trembled. Because it understood what I really meant. Love without possession, without desperation and without fear controlling it. The one thing it couldn’t corrupt. Darius’s eyes flashed gold again violently, then darkness screamed.