What Love Really Means Song Novels & Stories

Nathan’s POV I was going to get Harriet out of here if it was the last thing I did. How was I to know that she was actually telling the truth? I had always loved this woman. When her parents sold her off to Charles, it was the end of the world. That is why I had been so cold towards her. She could never know my feelings while she was with him. She had passed out in the back seat, her head was in my lap, just the way I had always pictured she would be. But not for these reasons.

It was almost breaking, and I could hear it—the vulnerability buried under his anger. “I promise you won’t, baby.” I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling my heart beat wildly, like it might burst. Like it was the only thing holding me together right now. There was a pause, and then—“Good. I love you, baby.” His voice softened further, warm and gentle, seeping into the cold corners of my soul. I wanted to hold onto those words, cling to them like a lifeline. “I just want you to be the best version of yourself, always,” he added quietly.

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

I entered and closed the door behind me. "Growing up, I always imagined my marriage as a perfect match with my Prince charming and living happily ever after full of passion and conquering thoughts. I wanted my partner gentle, kind and affectionate enough for us to have children of our own after years of crazy riot sex and love making. The day I signed that contract I threw that dream to the bin and allowed a mortifying story to happen instead. What is love for you? A simple pretty word? Used to fill women thoughts with dreams and manipulate their minds? Another way of trapping me to a death end and multiplying my pain making my sacrifice useless? Or a means to get attention from a pussy you'

But I’m afraid to give my heart to you! So, I give you my fake love forever, Will you let me love you? Or will you leave me for someone better? I’ll be all alone without you. Fake love is all I can give you! Fake love is all I have! Don’t leave me alone, please, I beg you, ‘Coz my fake love is here to stay. The lyrics echoed in my mind and heart, leaving an indelible mark. I didn’t know if he meant them for us, but they sounded heartfelt.

“Chloe, the doctor said Hendrick isn’t going to make it. He’s been calling your name. Please, go in and talk to him.” When I walked into the room, it was like Hendrick sensed my presence. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I stood over him, our roles reversed, everything completely different from before. Hendrick tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper. I had to lean in close to hear him. “Chloe, did you ever love me?” I looked at him and replied, slowly and clearly, “You don’t deserve his heart.” After the bidding meeting, I received a flood of offers from different companies, but I turned them all down.

"Don't you think that's absurd? How do you even expect I go about that without eventually getting my ass arrested?" "Listen, it's so simple. You just have to make him fall in love with you and make it hard for him to leave you. After that stage is gone, you just make sure to get pregnant for him and boom, it's all settle. We'll be in riches," "You think that it easy? Why don't you go ahead with your "simple little plan with Mr Ceo" yourself and we shall see the highest bid of your result,"

If he wants to ask someone to talk to him, he has to go through the Vice President sitting here first. Tran Nhat stood next to him and was a little thoughtful after listening. Looking at the picture of this girl, does it look like she was the one who collided with the Vice President in front of that company? Asking her about the perfume earlier, but now He's saying this in front of the people of the Human Resources department. After all, what does the Vice President want? But Tran Nhat did not want to bother too much about this issue. Just do a good job as your assistant. However, the first time the Vice President noticed a girl like that, it was really rare, is it possible to be in love?

I'm done listening to the voices that says, I don't fit into their idea of what love is suppose to be or how love is suppose to be expressed and acted upon. My mother used to tell me, love is the royal law and should be expressed without fear or prejudice and it doesn't matter how or through what medium it's done, as long as it put a smile on the other person face, as long as it turns a bad gloomy day to a good one, as long as it fucking love the other person be it a man or a woman then it's fucking enough even if it doesn't fit into society idea of love. Love is simply love and feeling it is what matters. And as long as it reciprocated then it's all one needs and will ever need even though

“Oh my lover, my whole world, For you, I fight to come right home I am nothing without your touch, your smile. This war is long, and I can’t say When my weary feet will tread back along the welcome path To my one and only soul, To my angel and my home.