Novel & Cerita Why I Love Him

"This is me asking properly." My heart was doing something complicated in my chest. "I'm not going to talk about the mate bond," he said. "I'm not going to talk about destiny or what we're supposed to be or any of the things that were supposed to make this inevitable." He held my gaze with complete steadiness. "I'm asking you as a man who spent years being wrong about the most important things and understands now exactly what he had and what he threw away and what it cost both of us." A breath. "I love you. Not because of a bond. Not because of what we were. Because of who you are. Because of what I've watched you build and survive and refuse to stop doing despite everything I put in your wa

" He doesn't need to Samantha. come on my father really loves me and he told me how much he loved me everyday . So why would he lie ? " "Well I don't know , but then I think you should find out the reason why she left . if your father told you she left ,you should have asked him questions". I know that I should have asked him questions but you see I was just very angry about the situation and I never got to ask him anything. Besides he was always heartbroken. Although when he wanted to talk to me about her, I told him I wasn't interested. That's because I was so angry ,I just didn't want to hear anything about my mother that's all ".

I just heaved and finish my cake. "Amira," "Yes," "Can I ask you?" "Go ahead," "Why do you like Zeke?" My head automatically lifted. "I mean, he's not good, he's arrogant but—" "Because loving someone doesn't need any reason." I cut her, yes, I love him for being him and not just a fictional character and I know it's not right. After seeing the other side of him, the different smile formed on his lips while he is with children, I know I have met the other half of Zeke and that makes me love him more for being him, not just a fictional character knew.

I keep asking because I'm still in awe. "Baby, you don't need a reason to love a person. Once you feel the love, that's it. Because if you believe that you are in love for that specific reason, if that reason is gone, will your love for that person be gone too? If I love you because you're white, when you turn black I don't love you anymore?" I laughed at the last thing he said even though my heart wasn't letting me breathe properly. "I love you." He said huskily after I stopped laughing. He gave me a soft kiss on the lips and looked at me like I'm the most precious person living in the world.

"For real, do you need a reason to love someone?" He was right. I, for one, didn't know why I was obsessed with Seven. Sure, he was fine as hell. But many men were just as dashing as he was. But he was the only one I had ever wanted so bad. It was either him or none else.

I didn’t know but one thing for sure, I didn’t want to think about it right now. My fingers wandered from his jaw to his cheek, soft and familiar, before slipping into his hair, still as silky as ever. I watched him, and that familiar tightness built in my chest, the knot that never seemed to go away. Why do I love him so much? Why does this man still matter more than my own damn life? Maybe because he’s the only thing in this world that gives my life any meaning. Or maybe something else but I’ve just stopped trying to figure it out.

I look up at him, wiping the tear from my cheek. "God Kitty I get everything so fucking wrong, over and over again. Why are you still sitting here fighting for me?" Why am I? I love him, I know I love him, but why do I? Most would have walked by now, love had not been enough to put up with everything.

“You are not going to play coy with me! I know that you already have pregnant women from your harem! Are you expecting me to welcome you back in my bed?!” He clasps his hands together and says, “I am hoping you will love me again.” “Why?!” “Because I love you. It’s common to hope for reciprocation. Although, if not, it’s okay too. As long as you stay with me.” “Why?!” “Why what?” “Why do you love me?!” “I told you, I’ve fallen in love with you when I was young. I admired you for a long time.” “Because I was your teacher, right?”

"Then I won't." His eyes widened in shock, "Why?" "Why what?" "Why won't you do that to me?" "It's because I love you, dummy." I rolled my eyes, "I won't do that to you." Something flashed in his eyes, an unrecognizable look. "Why? Why do you still love me? I..." He whispered, "I'm a murderer."

He was perfect. I knew then that I was in love with him. Not for the fact that he had six-pack abs and an impressive package (or what I assumed was one, since I hadn't seen any before), but for those eyes. There was so much kindness and humor in them that I instantly loved him. I couldn't help it.