Why I Love Him Novels & Stories

I ask myself the question over and over again, Why did I fall for him? Why? I knew the answer to the question. I love him because he is Liam. He's Liam who lights my world with his smile, his only presence can make me smile, who cares for me deeply, there is no better person to fall for except he can never be my Liam.

I sighed in defeat and started packing up. “Yuuki-chan, Why do you love me?” I asked out of nowhere. He stopped and kissed my cheek “Do I need a reason to love you?” He replied. I pouted and faced him “Of course!” I said. He stared at me. “If someone needs a reason to love someone, it isn’t love, because loving someone takes no reason. You love him because it’s him. If you have a reason then you don’t love them you just like them or you wanted to be like them. Loving someone means you wanted to be with them for the rest of your life.” He explained.

That was why he had fled the room the moment he made the call. But why? Why did she make him feel this way? He knew nothing about who she truly was. He didn’t even know she existed until yesterday morning. What could be making him loose control in front of her? She simply looked like his first love. Nothing more. What was she doing to him? His boys had better hurry the fuck up! One more minute in this house with her would spell doom for the both of them. Or pleasure…both if possible. He needed to get away from her….

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“Liam, do I look like Elisabeth? Is that a reason that you liked me?” “I hardly remember how she looks like. It’s been thousands of years.” I stated. “I’m in love with you because you are you. I love every single thing about you.” “I love you, Liam.” She stated. “I have no idea why, I just do.” She looked at me and smiled at me sweetly. “You don’t need a reason to love me. What’s not to love in me? I’m a total package.” I replied cockily.

"Are you only saying this because he's decided to risk everyone's lives to protect you from the hunters?" I didn't flinch. "No," I said firmly. "I'm saying it because I should have said it long before now. Before he stood up for me. Before he made that choice. I love him not because he protects me, but because he sees me, truly sees me. He believes in me when I can't even believe in myself."

“I want to help without anything in return.” We said nothing for a while, her head resting on my shoulder as she asked softly, holding my arm, “Why do you want to help me?” Because I love you. I love you and I have been in love with you ever since the day you cried and held my hand for saving you. I love your fierce determination, loyalty, and I hate that I will taint you with the darkness that sits inside me. I hate that I love you enough to kill myself slowly if that would make you happy.

I ask not believing. "I don't understand how you could possibly love someone like me." The argument is refuted by him. "It's not complicated at all. I love you because you have numerous abilities, you are passionate about what you believe in, you love your family and friends, you are willing to fight for what is right, and you never give up. All of these things contribute to why I love you. I love you for all of those reasons, but the most important reason is because I love you for who you are and the fact that you don't judge other people based on who they are." Because I no longer feel threatened by looking into his blue eyes, I have begun to cry again. He puts both of his hands on my chin

I said. He smiled, “Why are you being considerate? It feels like you are having pity on me, and I don't like it. I am entitled to talk about it when I want or not, okay?" I nodded. He suddenly became rude, and I understand that it's coming from the anger he is having remembering his wife. He must have loved her so much to even have a child with him. I wish not to experience this kind of love. Daniel dealt with me because I was blinded by my love, and I made a promise to myself never to allow it to repeat itself.

I feel that he loves me, so why? “I am sorry that I cheated; but you can’t entire blame me for what happened between us.” When I try to protest, he holds up a hand. “Let me explain. I know this might sound like I’m just making excuses, but you and I got so comfortable around each other that we lost our spark. I fell in love with you because you were different. You presented an option that I never witnessed between my parents while growing up.”