Uncontrollable Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Helena.." "Davis... yesterday I realized that I couldn't leave without him..I .. think am in love with him..." "Helena,no.." "I actually do love Charles, Davis..I can't accept your love..I don't love you.." "Is it because you learnt about the truth..and my father is..." "No,no Davis.. have decided not reopen the case..I don't want to ruin your family because a mistake that happened...but..that's aside..have forgiven you for keeping the truth from me..and I thank you for being my support back then In the village..I.."

He realized he was wrong when he said he can't feel her love and he just want them to be best of friends. He made himself fool due to his coward to admit how he feels her love and how much he was loved by a girl who can manage to spare some time for him even though with a hectic schedule. His realization hits him. How fool he made himself and how coward he was to feel her love. He was standing and waiting for her to say how wrong he was. He can't help but to smile when he remembers how he felt the love and care. His smile widens when he saw her from afar. He was so excited to face her and hug her therefore, he decided to cross the road to surprise her however, he’s the one who was surprise w

“Lara, listen to me—” He closed the distance between us in two strides and grabbed my arms, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were glassy, tortured, but his voice came out low and fierce. “I do feel it. Every single damn day.” My breath hitched. His words were a dagger and a balm all at once. “Then why?” I cried, my voice breaking. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Because loving you is wrong,” he said, almost choking on the words. “And if I let myself keep you, I’ll destroy your life. You’ll hate me for it one day.”

He could hear her breathing and catch a faint scent from her, causing his heart to race uncontrollably. At his age, feeling his heart flutter just from being near a woman seemed somewhat pathetic. He thought he should be more composed, not acting like a young man experiencing his first crush. Even he couldn't help looking down on himself. Yet, he couldn't control his feelings. Perhaps this was the charm of love—even the most powerful people could not control it. It could make a person behave unnaturally. Ted's emotions were probably amplified because his unrequited love had suddenly seen a ray of hope. The long-suppressed feelings surged forth like a wild beast, breaking free from its cage,

I didn't answer. "Or worse," Silas continued. "Have you calculated what happens when she doesn't break? When you realize that possession isn't the same thing as love?" My jaw tightened. My hands clenched into fists on the desk. I still didn't have an answer. Because the truth was, I hadn't calculated that. I hadn't thought about what would happen if she never loved me back. I'd thought about control. About keeping her. About making sure she could never leave. But love? Love was messy. Unpredictable. Uncontrollable.

I shrugged, "There are lots of what ifs, you know." Mark bobbed his head in a nod, "you're right. I agree with you on that aspect. There are always lots of what ifs but not for a man that's madly in love with a woman. Trust me when I tell you very clearly that that man," he mouth twisted bitterly, "my uncle, does not love you anymore. No matter the circumstances, no matter how high and disciplined a man's sense of reasoning is, when he is in love with a woman, at some point, all reasoning is unconsciously thrown in the air and they follow their heart which is always to go to that woman they can't ever get enough of."

He increased pressure on my clenched fists and said; "promise me, Arya." "I promise," the words slipped my tongue on their own. "I love you, Arya. You will always be cherished in my dreams. You will always have my heart with you. Not a piece of my heart, you have the whole thing. This is something you can't refuse to give me. I have the freedom to love you insanely, to love you like there is no returning back. This is something none of us have control over. And I think that is the special thing about love- it is uncontrollable. You can't tame this wild beast."

“When he was here just now, you ignored him. Now that he’s gone, you’re missing him. Aren’t you too pretentious? He even thought you hate him.” Adery slammed the medicine on the table. “I hate him! He has a wife, but he still…” Halfway through, Adery could not continue speaking. She could only hide some of the bitterness in her heart. But William was her father. Did he still not understand her daughter? He sighed. “Love is not something that can be controlled even if you want to control it. When love comes, nobody can stop it. Don’t blame him.” Adery pouted. “It’s his fault!”

He closed his eyes against the idea. "But I didn't. You saved me, pulled me from death’s grip each time. You can’t keep torturing yourself for things you had no control over, things no one could have predicted or stopped. My love, please… look at me." Slowly, Cal opened his eyes. "Our love is greater than death, remember? Anything that happens, I know we will overcome it."