Novel & Cerita Would You Fight For My Love

And I… I just kept pulling bricks from the walls. Kyla’s question came back to me, “Would you still love him if everything came crashing down?” I didn’t know what she meant then, but now I think I do. And the truth is, I would. God, I would still love him. Even if the world burned. But could he still love me if I was the reason it did? I hadn’t even noticed we were already back at Ronald’s estate until the gate opened. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“What do I need to do... for you to accept our love—” “I will never accept you for him. So if you don’t disappear from his life, you can expect me to keep ruining your life, your family’s life, and everyone close to you. If I were you, I’d stop fighting and just leave my son’s life.” I wiped away the tears that escaped. “I’m sorry. I’ll do anything you ask, except leave him because... I promised him I would never do that.” “What?” “I’m sorry, but... I will fight,” I said, seeing her face grow even more irritated with me. “I will fight because... I love him very much. And I will do everything to protect the people I love from you.”

"What I don't get is why you so desperately want me to work as PA. If I didn't know you better, I'd say you want me as close to you as possible." "You see, now you are using that smart brain of yours to good use. You aren't so far from the truth. You see, the reason why I need you to work as a PA is because I want to keep an eye on you. I don't really trust you. You may or may not be carrying my child. If you aren't, then you'll be fired immediately but if you are, you will be retained till you bear the child and then be fired when the child is one year old. So I need to watch you closely."

I whisper it into the cold air, a vow only I can hear: “I’ll keep fighting, Luca. Even if you hate me. Even if you never forgive me.” Because some loves don’t die, no matter how many doors close, no matter how much time burns between them. And mine… mine will never die.

I will never stop fighting for us. We might not feel the same way we do tomorrow, or two months from now, or six years down the road. We won't always have that spark, that fire, that intensity to our love. But I promise I'll keep fighting for us to find it. I promise to keep fighting for us, bring us together. I promise to keep fighting for the people we once were. And if we change, I'll fight to help us relearn each other and love each other again. I'll be your strength.

Vincent" It's been a week and now I can go back to school again, I drove my car to fetch my girlfriend. I don't care if her parents don't want me for her, I don't care if my grandmother didn't like her. All I know is I love her and as long as she loves me too and she's willing to fight for me I'll stay and fight for her too. Fuck! Even if she gives up on me I will fight for both of us. That was how much I loved her. Ironic because a playboy like me is saying such words...

he spat, his voice trembling with anger. I met his gaze with unwavering resolve. "I dare to fight for love, Gregory," I declared, my voice resolute. "I will not be swayed by empty threats. My heart belongs to someone else, and no amount of coercion will change that."

"I confidently stand before you and tell you that I'm in love with Stanley. I'm deeply and madly in love with him and I'll do anything for his happiness even though it involves me laying down my life for him." "Stanley is a good man and he deserves to be with someone that loves, respects and appreciates him. I no longer care if he married you first or neither do I care about how long you've been married to him. The most important thing right now is that Stanley is in love with me and I'm ready to fight for him against you and everyone else."

I was afraid of what he said. "Why would you let me go? Will you not fight for me?" I asked then he just smiled. "I will fight for you if I still have the chance of winning but if you don't feel anything at me anymore. I will not force you to love me, I'll set you free," he answered.

I said to him as I looked him in the eye. “And Malachi?” he looked at me. “My answer stays the same. I love them enough to die for them,” I said as he looked at me, his hand on his chin as if he was thinking. I could see the enjoyment in his eyes, just beneath the madness. “What will you do if I send you back?” he asked me. “Fight for her,” I answered his question. “And if she still wants to leave you after all this?” he asked. “Then I’d still fight,” I told him. “I’ll never give up on her. She’s the other half of my soul.”