Novel & Cerita Women Who Love Too Much

She did not love herself ,she just loved a man . A man had showed her that he wanted her for a second and she had let it get to her head. She had completely forgotten what she had wanted and thought what he was offering her was enough . It wasn't though ,he hated her to say the least . Someone who loved you would not make you cry as much as she had cried . Someone who loved you would not be with multiple women and come back home to you . Someone who loved you would listen when you complained about something and change his behaviour.He didn't care about her though .

I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits. I am a lésbian, loudly, unapologetically, and with a reputation I earned the hard way. I have fúcked women who were mistakes, women who were married, women who taught me things I still think about in quiet moments, and women who ruined me just enough to make me crave the next one harder. You may consider me a slút, but I’m not. I’m just a woman who fúcking loves other women, especially the pretty ones.

“Not a scandal. Not a company. Not a complicated relationship or a power structure. It took death to separate us.” That catches me. She smiles softly. “Love doesn’t care about rules, Parker. It doesn’t care about optics or PR or who makes more money or how messy it gets.” “But it costs things.” “Regret costs more.” I sit with her words for a long time. We don’t fill the silence with noise. We don’t reach for distractions. We just breathe in it—me staring at the embroidery on the armrest, her watching my face like she’s trying to commit it to memory.

To release all the pent-up energy I had been carrying since the previous night. But I didn’t. Didn’t stand up at all, didn’t shut down my laptop and most of all, I didn’t close that blog page. And that was how it all began. “@IJustLoveMyself Why does this feel like it was written after a rough family dinner?” A comment read. “@IamInterested This just goes far to tell you that most women in these rich homes are not enjoying at all. I mean imagine being hated for refusing to be decorative and a ‘good wife’ to a cheating husband. Gosh.” Another read.

she shrugged and looked up in the sky. " Then you two must have a lot inside your heart. Let it out. Talk to each other," "He once said he will love me always but people move on," she murmured to herself but the woman heard her. " If he really loves you then he hasn't moved on, trust me on this," the woman covered her hand with hers in assuring manner. "How are you so sure?" Ara asked her. "Love is a complicated thing. There s no burn like it and no relief like it. It is an addiction. Once you get addicted to it, there is no moving on," she said. The fervor of the woman intrigued her.

I muttered, as I stared at the names. "That's what happens when Love Plus becomes an international expansion story,” she said. "I'm ready," I said and Kimmie smiled. "I know,” she replied. The morning disappeared into rehearsals. I stood in front of the presentation screen, repeating the opening of my speech until I could say it without looking at my notes. “Love Plus wasn't simply a fashion company. It was built around women who had spent years believing they weren't enough. Women who had been told their bodies were wrong. Women who had been ignored because they didn't fit someone's idea of perfection.”

"I don't want to bother him, besides, I'm still not clear on what I'm going to do with him." - Are you serious friend? If you love him I don't understand what the detours are. —It's not easy Ana —I say closing my book and throwing it on the bed— first, —I tell him counting on my fingers— his mother doesn't love me, second, Anabel must still be behind him and third, they'll think that I got pregnant on purpose to stay with Cristián and now I don't want to argue about that. - And are you going to think more about what others think? Think about everything you have experienced with Cristián, think that both the baby and Cris are not to blame for those two crazy women in his life.

I love watching movies. Where I live? I live in a small town named Roselli, weird name right? But there is a legend behind it. There was a girl named Roselli, and she was in love with a guy named Roman, they were madly in love, but Roselli's father didn't approve of their love and married her off to some wealthy guy. cliché right? Roman was so heartbroken that he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff into the sea, calling out his love before jumping. Since then this town is lovers paradise, lovers around the world come to visit the spot Roman jumped from and call out their lovers name. Huh? I don't believe in all this I am in love of this place cause it's my home, there are some pristine

The sweet and thoughtful Brianna had become cold and selfish. “I love you so much..” Lorenzo sobbed. My insides trembled upon hearing those words again. I felt like my ears tinged and my blood boiled as anger flared up in my system. “Stop lying!” I screamed and tried to push him again, using all my strength. “How the f**k can you say that, if all you have ever done in those two years were f**k different girls?! Do you even know the meaning of love?!” I gritted as I tried to get rid him off me.

He had made her feel loved and cherished in each and every conceivable way. Today, however, is different. After months of keeping a very close eye on the couple, I ultimately had just enough concrete evidence to save Athena from these shambles. This poor woman, like my other victims, has almost nothing retained for herself because she has dedicated too much love to this sort of person.