Yin Yang Love Story Novels & Stories

Hello Forbidden Love Stories Readers and Fans. I like to know what kind of story or tales would you like in this book next. I was thinking to go back to our starting days of the FLS sensual short stories of 1-3 chapters. If you agree, Like this chapter and leave comments and your opinions. I have many amazing full of lust and love short stories ready to go live for you guys. These are all my personal favorite premium short stories which I have been saving for days and it is time this gold comes to light to meet the readers.

She looked at him in a panic, but when she saw the heat in his eyes, her face turned red. Isn't he very tired these days? Is he eat too many supplements...? ... Chang Yi got off work. His wife, Yang Yanqing, took his briefcase and pouted toward the restroom, appearing to be quite mysterious. Chang Yi frowned slightly and looked towards the washroom. "What's wrong?" Yang Yanqing's eyes were shining with gossip, and she whispered, "Yanyan seems to be in love." Chang Yan had always been cared for by her family, and her two brothers were too outstanding. Although she was quiet, she had never been in a relationship before.

I regretted it right away when his broad shoulders and very toned body shamelessly shouting hotness in front of me. That night I never thought about all the consequences that might happen between us. I was dominated by the desire of being touch by him, by our lust. I forgot that I don't have anything from him. I forgot that I have assurance from him yet I don't want to ruined the life that he have. I forgot that choosing each other is a very bad decision to make for the both of us.

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

Our breathing finally slowed and he rolled to his side. He kissed my cheek, then rested his face close to mine. I looked into his dark eyes, they pulled me in like a black hole, magnetic. He smiled, “Be my girlfriend, Vittoria.”

No more paperwork. No more pretending. Only love.

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied Well, that was what she wanted, wasn't it? I had to play by the rules of her games for a while.

Diamond tears streamed down his face. Xavier sounded behind me. “Do you know the story?” “What story?” I wanted to touch them, but I knew I couldn’t. “These are the Butterfly Lovers. They’re a Chinese legend. A tragic love story.” “I’ve never heard of this.” I walked around the male sculpture. “It’s one of China's Four Great Folktales.” Still standing in front of the statute, he studied me over the man’s wings. “I would tell you, but it’s sad.”

she casually replied. "I never heard about it, or I'm just too busy with collecting souls and didn't pay too much attention to gossip." I pretended not to know anything to test if she had legit information about the subject matter. To be honest, I've heard a lot of stories about Yin and Yang. Yin is a female phoenix that represents the earth and symbolizes darkness, passivity, and absorption. On the other hand, Yang is the male phoenix that was sent from heaven by the Gods and symbolizes light, activity, and penetration. The two beings were created to keep the balance of the energy and forces between the two realms. I thought that it was all a myth and just a story made up of human beings. W

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to run away from all his princely duties. He wasn't a man of war or politics, he had the soul of a poet, a lover and that of a loving father. He wanted true love. Richard stared at the sculpture of Hiloh resting on its plinth. Beside it was a mystical fountain which was the garden's source of beauty. Richard moves towards it staring at the waters at it's base. He could see his reflection his natural self, all was perfect except his crown and his too luxurious robe. He disturbs the water with his left hand causing ripples. He observes how the ripples travel around the water. This gave him his hundredth definition of love. "A touch, thousand of uniform ripples