Unique With Love Novels & Stories

Six years passed and Olivia grew more and more beautiful by the year. She already had handsome men interested in her but she would not give them the time of day. She planned to go home before even thinking about marriage. She was in no hurry. “ The debut season is almost over and we will travel back to Scotland soon. “ Brielle told Olivia

I heard her voice as I was looking at the diary in the shock. "I did everything for your love varun.. I Love you varun"

I chuckled at her childishness. Meredith the heart breaker. " Like you'll still date him after you find out he hates pandas" " What! It was just one guy. And who the fuck hates pandas? He wasn't worth it " Her love for the fuzzy black and white creatures was onto another level. " Well too sad, the man is married " " Ouch.. That hurt" " Yeah, keep the broken pieces of your heart in your desk drawer. It's a Mr Reid, really tall, blonde haired and tanned skinned man and his wife is so beautiful, she's a red hair just like you " I was out of words to describe the couple.

said she, looking up very innocently in his face, "you are the only person who understands me; by all others, whatever I do or say is construed into something bad. I wish you were my brother, for then I might have been better than I am." "Oh, I do not wish I was your brother," said Mr. Wilmot, "for then I could never have claimed a dearer title, which I hope now to do at some future time." Then followed a declaration of love, which Julia had long waited most anxiously for. Most eloquently did Mr. Wilmot pour out the whole tide of his affection for the beautiful but sinful girl, who, in a very becoming and appropriate manner, murmured an acknowledgment of requited love. Thus the two were betr

I asked, crunching my brows. "Let's see. As this is our first big fight, say 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you' ten more times," he said, giving me a taste of my own medicine. "I'm sorry. I love you, I love you, I love you..." I continued, making him smile from ear to ear. "And I love you too," he said, closing my mouth with his soft lips, reigniting my emotions back from the dead. •_____• I was beaming with love as I walked into the room Siddi and I shared. I just couldn't believe how everything worked out my way. It feels too good to be true.

Just because your partner does not do or say the same thi it does not mean that you are not loved enough. Look, every single person is different. People have their way to express their love, care, and gratitude. Don’t judge your partner with their lens. A million couples can have a million ways to love, and they all might be equally in love. Love can be that flexible. Love can be that unique. There is no perfect way to love. There is no rule. There is no definition. Love is wild. Love is stupid. Love is wrong. Love is love. So if you are happy, if your heart is happy, and if your soul is happy, then you are living a perfect love story with a perfect person. What others are doing does not mat

“I just know that I love him. I didn't count on falling in love when I got married but here we are, hardly four months in this union and I'm whipped beyond measure.” “It's good you're in love,” Renata says, grabbing her hand, brushing over it lightly. “Enzo loves you too, and I think you are aware of how rare love marriages are.” she reminds me, her and her husband being the exception of course. Her parents wanted to marry her off to someone else, she tried to kill herself and they gladly planned her wedding to Dominic. “I do,” I nod. “But sometimes I can't help but wonder if it is indeed me that he loves or maybe just the idea of owning me.”

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

A new message appeared on the screen—just two words, yet enough to stir perhaps a lifetime of unrequited feelings. [Congratulations, Love.]

thought Axelina. ****** Love comes without anyone knowing Two human children united by destiny Hate and love go hand in hand Strengthen and destroy simultaneously Hope and expectations from a relationship ******