Novel & Cerita Unforgettable Love Of Mine

Love, family, and cherished moments. Their story became a testament to the power of love. A love that conquered adversity. A love that flourished. A love that would forever endure. *********************************************

-Amara's POV- love you* you are mine ,with those words he flipped me to be on his laps ,did he just said he loves me ,that must have slipped out ,he can't probably fall in with someone like me ,he leaned on my earlobe kissing me like crazy showering my neck with the hungriest and warm kisses , You are mine he said once again ,this time he whispered into my ear emphasizing on the words *Mine* ,I blushed I could never asked for anything better than this ,he flipped me again to lay on my back and smirked . I will make you ask for more baby "He said

"Well, I suppose I should still be grateful to God that, somehow, you haven't forgotten me... that even now, I was still the one your heart was beating for." He gently touched me and pulled me back into his arms. He was right. He was lucky that I wasn't able to forget him and I was the unlucky one to have loved only once in a lifetime. "I guess we're just lucky that fate is on our side because God somehow found a way for us to be together.” I said, feeling grateful.

Ever. She’s mine. Completely and irrevocably. And if she doesn’t end up loving me, well, she’s still mine.

his mom said, “So what about him?” “At school he saved me, and I don’t know... but I badly want to be his friend, weird right?” he shyly asks but his mom only smiles leaving him a confused look. “What did you see to him?” She asks, “Uhm,” Pierro was drowned in his thoughts about Joseff. There are so many things he saw to him but there is one certain thing that could not leave his mind. “His eyes, it's the saddest pair I saw mom. And I had this urge to...”

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

The phone rang the first time, then the second, the third , still no one picked the call. He went on his hunt to check some numbers since her father wasn't picking and that is where he came across this particular number which she labeled as Mi Amor . Sameer wasn't French nor Spanish but he knew that word means my love. That might be her boyfriend or husband, he thought. He dialed the number and waited for it to be picked ***

“Because I want you to remember that every time you wake up.” Clayton’s hold tightened around her. “I should bring you back in the house so you can rest,” he said. She gripped his arm gently and shake her head twice. This time, the tears that she had been holding for quite a while finally fell on her cheeks. “Do you remember that day where you told me about what Uncle Gab had said about love?” She questioned, her voice getting weak. She did not wait for him to nod. “That love is f8cking unexplainable because we would do things that sometimes we won’t understand for a while. But it’s still beautiful and magical. Do you remember those words?”

But his to what? *His to break?* *His to torture?* *His to punish?* She thought. ‘MINE TO LOVE.’ ‘MINE TO MEND.’ ‘MINE TO CHERISH.’ He whispered in her ears. ****** ******

Forever. Her cunt convulses around me as another orgasm seizes her body. Her cum triggers me, and I can’t hold back any longer. My release shudders through me, filling her pussy overflowing. As I spill the last of my seed inside her tight cunt, I take her mouth in mine, swallowing her cries of ecstasy and giving her all the love I have, and it will never be enough. I can never do enough to return to her the gift of her love, her heart, and her soul. Thank all the heavens I was able to make her mine.