When She Loves Novels & Stories

“He’s caring, respectful, sweet. And good looking! I can’t believe how lucky I am. It’s like now, for the first time in a long while, I’m actually happy. I am actually happily in love with a man who also loves me and treats me like a goddess.” Ugh! Those were her words that truly vexed me. “Right. Lucky.” “You’re right.” She giggled and went on rambling about how much she loves him. Her voice faded away as I thought of the chaos that would take place if our secrets get out. Irritated by my own stupidity, I slammed the plate back down onto the table, breaking it in half . “For the love of God, just stop!” She blinked, as if truly confused. “What?”

" I tried everything, including Michael but they were hell bent on their decision so we had to let it go " " That's bullshit. If you loved her you will fight till the end" " Of course I love her. I'm the only one who keeps in direct contact with her. Ask her if you don't believe me " She did mention it though. I stayed silent for a while honestly not knowing what to really do or say or feel about this. " Michael has people secretly watching her that she doesn't know of. At least we know she's safe" They've been guarding her secretly?

I don’t move back as it starts licking at my shoes and then flamming up to my clothes. “ Men never really love anyone. You love her because she is young today. She is bearing your child. She is powerful. She is beautiful. She is…She is everything you need and want. You don’t love her. ” She hisses. My feet burn inside the shoes but I don’t step away from her. “ You are only using her until she loses her beauty, her power, her—her everything. Will you love her if she is not beautiful? Tell me! ” She shouts all of the sudden.

'All the wealth in the world is nothing compared to the person that you love. Because at that moment, the whole luxury and extravagance disappeared in her sight of view, and all she could see was the love of her life, standing handsomely in front of the auditorium, dressed in blue tuxedo and black trousers, staring at her with so much love in his eyes. At first, her eyes had fell on the guests, most of which were family and close friends. They all looked at her with happiness shining in their eyes. She could feel the love from her loved ones, and it almost made her tear up.

Lives within my heart And when she was sad I was there to dry her tears And when was happy so was I When she loved me Through the summer and the fall We had each other, that was all Just she and I together Like it was meant to be And when she was lonely I was there to comfort her And I knew that she loved me’’ Alice sat on a wheelchair at the rooftop as she hummed and sang along to ‘when she loved me’ by Sarah mcLachlan. She came across the song years ago and she has never stopped loving it. It had a sad and romantic feel to it,describing a selfless ,heart fluttering and sad love between two girls with a twist but a happy ending. She hoped and wished for a happy ending. She couldn’t imagine

She’s a martyr for thinking that anyone would love her, like the one that Reid showed her. “Love, what is it?” He asked. She shook her head.

she added. I gasped as I looked at her face. Sheily is a beautiful woman, she deserves all the love but, it's true I'm only using her trying to forget Amber. Damn! "I tried to understand you. I hoped that your love might turn to me but I'm tired of waiting for you! Maybe it's not bad for me to find the right love for me, is it wrong? I'm worth all the love," She explained. "You wait for me?" I asked in astonishment.

Her sobs turned to trembling gasps as she held herself tighter, as if she could trap the memory inside and live a little longer with it. She missed him so much it hurt more than the flames licking closer. And then—clarity. This is love. Not lust. Not infatuation. Something deeper. Consuming. Terrifying. True. Why else would I be here? Why else would I be willing to die if I knew he was safe? “I love him…” she whispered, her voice breaking around the words. “God… I love him…” Her chest heaved. Her lungs begged for air. The heat wrapped around her like a noose, dragging her consciousness down.

Did she still love him? *********************************************************************************

Her quietness and her stand off behavior was slowly driving Flynn and I into the dark recess’s of our mind. “I am fine solntse. Just hit me that I was leaving everyone, that I love and love me.” She said slowly turning her head and looking me in the eye. “Net. Not everyone that loves you. I came with you. I love you. Do you not love me datka?”