True Love Novels & Stories

asked Tabitha. "Yes?" "Do you think they will ever be together again?" "No. For their no is fixing what is broken already." "Will you ever find your true love?" "True love? What is true love?" Eric thought, “Just wait, when I get you again, I will make you feel my love. You will never question my love or crave the love of any other men. No, you will never crave the love of others at all. For I will be enough. It will be you and me. One soul. One life. We will never separate.”

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

Just truth. “And because I knew…” He swallowed. “I already loved you more than I ever did her.” The air collapsed between them. For a moment, neither moved. Leora’s heart felt like it had been thrown into a furnace. Her entire body burned from the inside out, and still—still—part of her wanted to lean in. To believe him. To forgive. But the rational part—the woman he’d raised through fire and secrets—held the line. Her voice broke as she said, “Love without truth isn’t love, Allerick. It’s a cage you build with silk.”

He kissed each one of them without missing one. "So beautiful." He muttered and kissed the one scar that I was insecure about. Tears pricked my eyes, but I forced them still. I really do love him; he's shown me to love my body the way it is, and he's shown me what true love is like. He moved even lower till he was face-to-face with my pussy. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic and slowly pulled it down. I shivered and leaned my head back into the pillow. He lightly kissed my thighs, and then I felt his breath on my core.

“What does it mean? Tell me. Please.” He handed me the notes. “Read them first.” I took them and flicked through. My heart pounded a little harder and my breathing hitched a little more and tears filled my eyes a little quicker at each one. True love is never letting go, despite all the odds being against you. I never let go. Two thousand, seven hundred and seventy four days. That’s how long I waited and wished for you. I look into your eyes and see everything I’ve always wanted. Everything I’ve wanted since I realized the coffee you spilled on your shirt matched the shade of your eyes perfectly.

"Anything she can do, I can do, too! Even if it costs me my life!" Sadie's words were filled with raw emotion. However, true love was not merely about possession. Sadie's experience reminded Yaslyn vividly of her own. As Yaslyn spoke, the myriad expressions on Sadie's face were a sight to behold. "Sadie, you could never truly have Xoan. Even when he lost his memories, you might have had his body, but you never had his heart. Even if you had ten, or a hundred years...you'd still fail," declared Yaslyn, each word deliberately chosen.

For a man who had that kind of passion in his eyes, what would be the sort of love he would show in bed? Heat rose from her core to her face which turned her cheeks scarletty. "Were we engaged?" She asked him in a trance. He did not reply to her straight away but was back to his narrative style. "Love calls for vulnerability, openness and truth. Not pride and shutters and feigned indifference. Real love has no lies, no masks, no secrets. It's just you and me bare, from flesh to soul. With real love, it's no longer bodies that you share, but souls. Because the eyes have seen past all the fleshly flaws, and directly to the soul, it's no longer about tangibility, but that intangible feeling...t

Christine fall asleep very late in the night. Sam slept only after he knew that his sweetheart has fallen asleep. He knew that he should not be so selfish. This love is too dangerous for his sweetheart. She would never be able to love anyone else in this lifetime if something happens to him. He would have to find a solution for her to get out of this abyss sooner. For him, he has long surrendered his everything to Christine without her asking for it. There is no question of whether Christine wants it or not. He cannot give to anyone else. He has lost control over himself on the day when he saw Christine for the first time. He does not have any regret.

She also gave me a home, one that was registered under someone else's name. "Javier." Charlene looked up, her eyes brimming with guilt. "I know the person I've wronged most is you. But Travis and I are over. You're the one I love, and you're the only husband I'll ever have. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, okay?" She reached out to hold my hand, her tone almost pleading. "Travis has already lost me. He can't be left with nothing. Let this house serve as the final chapter for our past."

Lauren could only feel perplexed. ..... .... .... Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you. ...... .....