You Will Always Be My Forever Sign の小説・ストーリー

"It's engraved with 'V&G Forever.' A diamond lasts forever. And so will my love for you. I had our initials carved into it to symbolize my eternal devotion." Instinctively, Violet looked down. In the very heart of the stone, there it was—tiny yet unmistakable, those delicate letters. She turned to face Grayson, his eyes brimming with love. Her heart trembled as she asked, "Will your love for me truly last forever?" Fearful she might misunderstand him, he rushed to respond, hands moving in hurried gestures. "I will love you forever, Violet. In this life, and in every life to come. If I break this vow, may the heavens strike me down."

Because I wouldn't be. "You'll leave me," He breathed. "You'll leave me." A silent tear dropped down his eye. How could someone love anyone this much that a thought of even leaving scared both of us? "Don't care about me." I touched our foreheads, trying to keep the tears at bay but they fell one after another at the hurting face of his. "How could I not?" My hands slipped around his neck. "How could you even think I will leave you?" His eyes widened slightly. "I don't do marriage for divorce. If I marry you, I'm staying forever. We are staying forever."

Laughing, they both walked closer to the shore and kicking off their shoes to dip their legs into the water, Damien stole a glance at the most beautiful girl by his side, a wide smile on her face as she watched the beautiful scenery. When she saw he was staring, a blush crept up her cheeks, “If you keep staring at me like that I'm going to melt into this water." Damien chuckled but said nothing, instead as a response, he scooted closer to her and rubbed his thumb over her hand. "I love you, always.” He whispered, burying his face in her hair and smiling and hugging him tightly she replied, “Always and forever.” Flashback Ends *** Damien felt a lump form in his throat at the memory, and the b

she countered. " Am I the target...." I couldn't finish my statement when she pulled the trigger, I closed my eyes waiting for the pain but instead of pain an explosion shook my apartment, my eyes flew open only to see her laughing, red flower petals were raining down on me, messing up my room, I looked up on time to see something dropping from the chandelier, that was never in my room before, " will you do me the honor of being my forever?" Was writing on the banner with red ink.

"You're not listening to me! Biting! In the neck! Forever!" The permanence of it crashed over me like a wave, stealing my breath. Forever. Marked. Bonded. The words felt too immense, too heavy for my brain to process. This wasn't like choosing a college major or deciding on a haircut. This was irrevocable, eternal.

" The mark seals it. It seals the bond for forever. It's how a wolf claims their mate. It binds us in ways that humans wouldn't understand." He stops and sighs, looking away for a bit before returning his gaze on mine. " In order for us to claim and mark, we have to sink our canines into a certain spot on the neck. Then the mate bears the mark, letting others know who the other belongs to. It's a mark that stays forever." I swallowed, feeling that little tingling turning sharper. " And.....I'm your forever?" He nods gently. "You're my forever." I should've been scared. Forever? That wasn't a basic word. Why am I not scared of the thought of being with Raiden forever? Especially when we hadn

My scent was stuck to her like a second skim and I loved it. Now everyone would know she was with me and that she is mine. Forever and Always.

This permanent link between us. "No regrets?" He asks quietly. "None." And I mean it. "This is exactly what I wanted. What I needed. You. Us. This." "Good." He kisses my forehead. "Because you're stuck with me now. Forever. The bond is permanent." "I know." I smile against his chest. "That's the point."

“Forever.” Liora’s response was a soft moan, her body pressing closer to Christen’s. The mark on her skin pulsed with a life of its own, a symbol of their union. In this moment, their connection deepened, transcending the physical and delving into something far more profound. It wasn’t just lust that bound them—it was love, devotion, and the unyielding strength of their bond.

Her desperation was evident. "Please," she begged quietly. "Mark me. I… I’m so uncomfortable.” She turned, showing me the back of her neck, an ancient and primal gesture with implications I knew I should not act on. My gaze fell on the skin there. I averted my gaze, but something compelled me to return it. My gaze shifted back to her neck. Initially, I saw nothing. But then there was a subtle warmth, a tingling against the cool skin. It was similar to a heat signature. That warmth appeared to pulse, a shimmering mark that came and went, like heat rising from sunlit water. I saw it so clearly now. An indication of a mate bond. She is my mate.