You Owe Me My Love Novels & Stories

This was supposed to make you fall for me but I can see that I have failed with that but still I want to you to know. You are it for me, none other will do I love you. Micah. A love letter: From the person who love you to the ends of the world and back. Micah.

“I wanted to tell you.” I gaze into his eyes. There is a hint of recklessness in them. The ability to put everything on one throw of the dice. I wonder why I never noticed it before. “So why didn’t you?” “I was afraid. I didn’t want you to love me less. I love you so much, Star.” “Who do we owe this money to?” Something flashes in his eyes. “You don’t owe anyone, Star. It’s me and only me, who owes this debt.”

“Love is worth more than any money he could possibly give me.” Oh God.

George had also died a while ago. This letter went through multiple hands before it reached mine. It was the last thing he owned. 'If we are reborn, may we never be a couple again.' I thought the same.

He is my greatest love. “Thank you for being well because without you I don’t know what life would be like for me now, I owe you all this so I hope you let me love you until the end of my death,” I said. "Just love me, my love."

“Very okay.” “What does that mean?” she asked. “It means that she’s not crying for you, Marcus.” That hurt him. I could hear it in his voice. “Please,” he whispered. “I love her.” “Love doesn’t pay debts,” I said flatly. “You should have thought of that the moment you decided to steal from me and betray me.” He exhaled shakily. “I’m working on the money. I just need time." “The clock is ticking,” I reminded him. “And you don’t want to lose your little princess, do you?”

"I'm sorry I can't love you the way you deserve. I’m sorry I can’t even give you half of what you've given me." Ian’s expression softened, his whole body radiating calm and steady reassurance. He cupped my face in both hands, brushing his thumbs tenderly over my cheeks. “Amber, listen to me,” he said, voice low and steady. “You don’t owe me anything. I’m not here because I want something from you. I’m here because I love you.” My heart broke all over again at those words. Pure. True. Unselfish. The kind of love I’d stopped believing existed.

Value self. Amen. Your love, The Friend

“It’s written all over your face whenever he’s around. Everyone can see it. You still love him, the bastard who has done nothing but make you miserable. Meanwhile, I’m a nice guy who—” I shot to my feet. “The fact that you’re nice to me doesn’t mean I owe you my love. Or my body. That’s not how it works.” “I never said—” “You didn’t have to.” I threw his words right back at him. “It’s written all over your face. You think because you took me in, because you’ve been good to the twins, that eventually I’ll fall into your arms out of gratitude. But that’s not love, Damon. That’s… obligation.”

“O-Of course not, but you don’t have to provide me everything, it’s not your responsibility to give me things that I supposed to be working on. I need you to support me, to what I want to do and believe that I can stand up for myself. “ Lucifer didn’t speak. He was just staring at the steering wheel without starting the engine. I reached for his hand and made him look at me. “Please don’t get mad at me. You know how much I love you. I owe you all the things that I have now. Because of you, I was able to believe in love again, I was able to forget all the unpleasant things that happened to me.”