Women Who Love Too Much の小説・ストーリー

Women are impossible to live with and even more difficult to live without. I always ended up in trouble every time I got involved with women, especially the pretty ones. They may appear cute, friendly, sweet, and kindhearted, but the truth is, they were just the devil hiding inside their angelic faces. A predator hunting for innocent men as their prey. She will take advantage of our frailty and exploit our weaknesses and vulnerabilities. Scam! Despite it all, we still choose to love them.

As the employees commented on the arrival of the new member of the Campbell family, and talked about how happy Lady Martha would be, Meg struggled to smile and feign some joy, but Angelina's happiness was her own sadness. James, the man she loved, would finally become a father and have the heir she had always wanted. She cried until she was out of breath, because crying was the only thing she had left. She lived a platonic and forbidden love, she loved and was loved by a committed man, while being pushed toward an unhappy marriage. Even if she did not marry William and remained single, living under the same roof as James was a constant torture for Meg, for she would have to hide her feelings

Either she was bearing with it in preparation for a major outburst, or she loved him so much she didn't even care if he had a woman outside of the marriage. There were women so blinded by the honeyed words of men, they lost all their ability to think. They would brainwash themselves, thinking that these men were just chasing after something novel, and would patiently wait for the day these men realized they were the ones who loved the men the most. Tyler found that thought alone outrageous. Rachel looked at him with a self-derisive smirk. "Do you really think I love William to the point of losing my mind? If that really happened, my mom would be turning in her grave."

about learning to rebuild herself after trusting the wrong people. Amelia listened attentively, nodding, occasionally offering empathetic smiles. “I have always believed women should support each other,” Shantel said at one point. “Especially women who have been through a lot. Men can be… complicated.” Amelia laughed lightly. “That is one way to put it.” Shantel smiled, then sighed as if weighed down by memory. “In my experience, most men don’t really love a woman. Not truly. They love what she provides. The comfort. The lifestyle. The image.”

She looked away when she saw I was staring at her longer than usual and I could've sworn I saw her blush, if she wasn't a few shades away from being white, I bet her cheeks would've been tomato red. "Well, women are best at multitasking. That's what I believe, men are too but I still prefer women, besides, they tend to always obey my rules better." I said to her. "Oh really?" She asked and I laughed. "All except you though." I added to my previous sentence and she nodded in agreement. "About 60% of the population of women you hired have this undying love for you and may do anything necessary to remove whoever gets too close to you." She said partially laughing at her own statement.

Inwardly, Quinley thought, 'Women who receive a lot of love seem as if they do not have any worries. And just like that, jealousy started welling up in her chest.

You smile like a silly idiot thinking about your beloved. Sometimes you don’t even know if you love someone, and sometimes you confuse jealousy, obsession, infatuation, comfort and security, lust, and fantasy with love. Lin Mei Zhen didn’t know in which category she was fit in her last life, if her love was true or not. She actually did not hate Zhao Liwei, she was just angry not with him but herself. She was a foolish woman, who lost her everything for love. Loving someone was not a mistake, but loving someone too much is a mistake.

I whisper her name and from far away, I think I hear her voice. She is saying, “ "I love you too. Always have and always will." Confused, I turn to the woman who guides me through this ethereal space. "She is waiting for you," the woman says, pointing to the shadows that lay beyond the second gate. I swallow a lump in my throat. But I say something that has been gnawing at me from the very beginning. “What of her other mates?” The woman shakes her head, but the gentle remains on her lips. "Love is not about possessing; it is about making the other person happy, maintaining that happiness."

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

As long as he loved her, that's the only thing she's ever dreamed of, this one only thing is enough for her. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she calmed herself, and pushed all these negative thoughts away. His smiling face appeared in her eyes and she let out a little smile. Making the apple of the cheeks turn to the shade of red, contrasting with her pale skin. Just like a teenager thinking about her crush. Even in her twenties, Areena is madly in love with Edward, the love of her life. "The only thing that matters is I love him. And I always do."