Will Of Love Novels & Stories

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On college decision day, everyone at Westcreek High was talking about valedictorian Shawn Jamison. The hopeless romantic had turned down Velmont University for a less prestigious college that offered a huge scholarship! The school administrators were so furious that they immediately tore down the poster celebrating Shawn as the school's top student. Shawn didn't care. He was busy working part-time at a local club, hauling cases of beer. Once he finished his shift that night, his wages and scholarship money would be enough to cover college tuition for him and his girlfriend, Jenna Sharp. A moment later, several familiar voices came from behind him. They sounded like Jenna's closest friend

Something worth fighting for. Love. And war.

Vote my lovessss❤️❤️❤️❤️🤍🤍 Thank you❤️❤️❤️

He spun around, his large hands cupping her face with a reverence that bordered on desperation. "You... you aren't leaving? You don't see the blood on me?" Willow shook her head. Her turquoise eyes were filled with the same unwavering devotion that had anchored him since they were pups. There wasn't a flicker of the revulsion he had expected. "Never. I could never look at you with hate. Even if the world judged you, I would be the one standing in your shadow. I will always love you."

"Shit so love hurts like while, why is it hard when someone wants to change and live a life he has already desired to live, while will karma deal with me so badly that it's taking my joy away" The big picture frame of Adriel and Lola on their wedding day laying on the bed cupboard just beside their bed caught the attention of Adriel as he walks towards it, all he was seeing was a beauty he didn't care about, a soul who was ready to help him know what true love is and is always by his side.

She’s glad that her grandma didn’t leave their side when they hopelessly went to her for help. Valeriana recalled that when she was only five years old her mom had told her that her (Valeriana) granny wasn’t that fond of her father. In Fact she used to dislike him very much. Grandma was against their marriage but Valeriana’s mother used to love Valeriana’s father very much so she ran away with him and married him. After that Valeriana’s grandma was really mad at her (Josephine) because of this. She even told her that she doesn’t even want to see Josephine’s face.

Will’s fists clenched in his pockets. Una’s emotions flipped from indifference to anger. “Love? Do you seriously even really know what love is? What it really means to love someone? How could you when you haven’t felt it before, Will. Do you really have any idea what it feels to really love someone? You’re obviously confusing love with obsession.” “No. No. No. You’re wrong. I do…I do…know…I do know what…what love is.” Will stuttered “Love is…you, Una. Sometimes I feel like my heart will burst when I think of you.”

Willow whispered. Vance pulled up next to us. “Ready to go Willy?” “Yeah she will be in a second!” I snapped. “Willow you know what? Fine, I mean nothing to you, but you don’t need to be with that man again. He’s just going to hurt you.” “No he’s not. Vance loves me. No one will ever love me more than he does.” Willow declared as though she had practiced that statement. “He has a wife and a kid.” I said.

"Exactly. I'm annoyed with my mother for wanting me to move on. She loved Ang, too. My whole family did. How can they want me to replace her now? What kind of man would I be if stopped loving her because she's dead?" "And yet . . ." The priest shifted in his chair. "We tend to speak of love as though it is static, when those of us who know it best realize that love is a little bit like water in a fast-moving stream-constantly changing and carving out new banks. I bet you'd agree that your feelings for Angela when you first met as high school freshmen were completely different than your love for her by the time you got married. And then again by the time she died. Love must continue to find n