When She Loves Novels & Stories

She is understanding and patient and kind. “ I love you too,” she whispers before I can feel her soft luscious lips touch mine, marking our love in this place. She bare herself in front of my eyes, all of herself and love and I was just there happily accepting all of her because this time I will kill anyone who will make us hate each other.

Your hand brushes mine And a thousand sensations seduce me ‘coz I… I still remember the first time she told me she loves me. It was way back third year in college in front of the university gate. I’ve been pursuing and dating her for years before she could finally say it back. “I love you.” I can still remember how I felt that day. All the emotions I thought I wasn’t capable of having live on…until today. Until now…’till this very moment. I do cherish you for the rest of my life. You don’t have to think twice.

I love the way she looks at me like I was her world. I love it when she smiles at me with those big twinkling eyes. I love it when she is nervous whenever I'm looking at her with desire-filled eyes. I love it when she laughs out loud at lame jokes just to make others happy. I love it when she cares fr my family more than me. I love it when she is the one woman for me. I love it when she kisses me with passion. I love it when she moans with pleasure. I love to do things that she doesn't even know.

They knew I would not like them back or end up with them, they still threw themselves at me like the sluts they are. I enjoy the life I live so much, and I won't stop ladies from warming my bed, and that's because I do not believe in love. Heart breaks are real after all. After I decided to be faithful to one person, she broke me, so what else is there to love? I believe they are all the same, they are only after my money and I am after their body, it's vice versa, after being broken once, I do not have to open my eyes and see them cheat me again.

No one in my pack had been through what she went through. Aurora is the strongest person I have ever met in my life. She was the only one for me. I knew that I wouldn't be able to go on without her if she was gone. Nothing else mattered to me in this moment. Not Miles, not my pack, no one and nothing. My sweetheart was the only thing that I could think about. And how I wasn't going to live without her. How I couldn't live without her.

My girlfriend, Eleanor Reed, tells me that her ex's father and grandfather have sadly passed away, so out of concern for her ex's mental health, she wants to be there for him. Meanwhile, her father, who's still bedridden at the hospital, becomes my responsibility. She tells me to take this opportunity to get on his good side so that I can win his approval sooner. After hearing that, I find myself admiring her relationship with her ex. Therefore, I decide to be her ex as well.

"Maybe. But you made me this way." "No." She shook her head. "You were already like this. I just didn't want to see it." "I love you, Queens. Everything I do is because I love you." "That's not love!" Her voice cracked. "Love doesn't hurt like this. Love doesn't send videos of themselves fucking other people. Love doesn't punish." "It's the truth.” I said.

--- --- And as she packed her things— --- As she stepped out of the studio— --- As she walked into the quiet evening air— --- One truth settled deeply inside her. --- --- Love wasn’t supposed to feel like chaos. --- --- It wasn’t supposed to drain her. --- --- It wasn’t supposed to make her question her worth. --- --- Love— --- Real love— --- Was supposed to feel like this. --- --- Simple. --- --- Steady. --- --- Safe. --- --- And for the first time— --- She wasn’t chasing it. --- --- She was living in it.

She’s not West. She’s not Clara, either. She’s just her. A young woman who’s never known love. Who’s never known what it feels like to be cared for. And that’s what she wants from me. She wants love. Not just kinky daddy play, or a new phone, or a daily call at lunchtime. She wants love. Actual love, as an actual young woman with someone who treats her right. “Talk to me,” she whispers. “Please.” I don’t know where to start.

Her love was gone forever. *******************************