Romans & histoires Well Intended Love

Not perfectly. Not predictably. But intentionally. And intention is what turns love from an emotion into a structure. This is what staying builds. Not a fairy tale. Not a finish line. But a framework. Strong enough to hold what comes next.

"In this world, the luckiest thing is that I Love You, and you happen to Love me too" Dennis understood Alden's silent words as he thougt while staring deeply at Alden. "MINE", Dennis's eyes said and Alden heard it as his eyes responded to him, "YOURS" And then their eyes said, "OURS". 🍑The End🍑 ... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

When I saw her, a satisfying smile hovered my face. I fulfilled all promises to her, obliged our life with fascinating. I held her palm into mine with a bright smile. I can die thousands of times to see her smiling this way. People taunted us for the age gap between us, but we have proved them wrong. We are loyal to each other, our love is destined and different from others. Someone truly said… "Relationships should be judged on maturity, not the age difference." "When you truly love someone, age doesn't matter. Whether it is a difference of two years or thirty years. LOVE IS LOVE…"

He never meant to love her. He did not know, on the morning he offered her a contract across a desk in a high room above the city, that love was what was being proposed. He thought he was being strategic. He thought he was managing a situation with the tools available to him, which were his mind and his resources and the careful language of a document designed to define what was possible between two people in terms that could be agreed to and enforced.

Behind them was the house I once carefully decorated. Then, a giant banner hung on the wall. "Warmly Welcome Expert Larisse for Guidance." Below the photo was a caption Harry posted. [Goodbye to the past. Embrace science. Grateful to Larisse for safeguarding Adrian's future. In a family, shared understanding and unified steps matter most.] The comments were buzzing. [This wife is crazy. Had a perfectly good life and still chose to run away.] [Exactly. Look at this new Larisse. So elegant. You can tell she's highly educated.]

“Do not lie to me or try to trick me. I hate lies and detest liars.” “Yes, alpha. I will serve you till my last breath. I will use my bravery and spy on your enemies. I will be your ears and eyes in their packs, bringing every little detail about them to your foot. I would be your most powerful and dangerous weapon, a weapon that is hidden in plain sight.” I said. “I like your way with words. You seem like a wise and determined wolf, you please me,” Fenrir said. “ but words are like the wind, they go and come. I will need you to prove your worth to me, and prove your loyalty to me.”

Tina Devacraux had lived with the peculiar burden for fifteen years now: the quiet, relentless knowledge that every worst decision of her life had been made out of love. Hatred was clean. Hatred announced itself with sharp edges and clear intentions. It left bruises you could see and name. Love, however, was infinitely more treacherous. It arrived wrapped in the soft language of sacrifice, whispering that temporary pain was kinder than permanent ruin. It convinced otherwise intelligent, otherwise decent people that if they could only endure being misunderstood for a little while, those they loved would one day understand. They would look back, see the full picture, and finally thank them.

Justin said barely audible to Daniel. It was painful for Justin that the one person he loves on the whole earth more than anything only sees him as a friend. It hurt Justin pretty bad; he knows it wasn't his friend's fault, he just can't shove his love down Daniel's throat and expect he will accept him. Love can't be forced Justin had always known that but he wished more than anything in his case at least the one thing he desired in the whole world reciprocated back the same feeling he had for him but staying friends with Daniel was cool Justin had thought as he cried into Daniel's shoulder.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?