10 Years I Loved You The Most Characters Novels & Stories

"Rose Xiver, I loved you for ten years in secret, but now I want to love you for many ten years in the open and show the world I got the girl I loved in my 20s and 30. And I am more than willing to love her till I am 100s, so are you ready to be your bride and give me a chance to love for another 100 years even though I might not have a 100 years lifespan in my fate?" Liam tried to hide his uneasiness and stared at her with his pitiful expression. Rose looked at the man in front of her with tears in her eyes, she couldn't move her eyes from him, she loved this man the very first moment Rose laid her eyes on him, she never hid her feelings, yet he hid it like the precious pearl in the sea bot

I forced a tight smile, nodded, and followed him. I used to think that after ten years, we had grown together like two intertwined trees. But it turned out that I was just a solitary root digging into the wrong soil.

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.

Even though Anton paraded Skylar around like a trophy, and everyone who knew us whispered about his newfound love, I couldn't bring myself to sign those divorce papers. I wasn't ready to give up on us. My eyes drifted to our photo on the table, and for a moment, I was transported back to when we first met. We were just kids in high school. I was a studious overachiever, but he was a rebellious troublemaker who sat behind me, tugging at my braid. I'd turn around, ready to scold him, but he'd just hand me a note. [Erica, I like you. Do you want to give it a try?]

"That's how it's supposed to be, right? I mean, she's his fiancee. They're getting married soon. I'm happy for them. The both seem happy... in love!" "They certainly are," Diego confirmed. "She's his first love. They've been together for ten years." To say I was shocked was an understatement. Ten years? As in a hundred and twenty months?! They'd been together for that long? The confidence I once had began to crumble. Indisputably, getting him to leave her would be much more difficult than I initially thought. "Congratulations to them!" "I'm happy you're happy for them." The smile I offered was a charade that crumbled under scrutiny. "But if course."

"Actually it's been nine years and a few months." "Close enough." "You're rounding up significantly." "I'm being romantic. Let me have this." Samuel laughed and pulled her close. "Fine. Almost ten years of loving you." "Almost ten years of loving you back." "Best almost-ten years of my life." "Mine too." They sat in comfortable silence, the house quiet around them. Their home. Their family. Their life. Built one choice at a time. One act of bravery at a time. One moment of love at a time.

We came together with the desperation of two people who'd been starving for each other, every touch electric, every kiss a confession. I took her like a man possessed, like if I didn't claim her completely she might slip through my fingers again. And she met me with equal hunger, like she was trying to prove something to both of us—that this was real, that we were real, that ten years apart hadn't changed the fundamental truth of us. "I love you," I confessed against her skin, the words I'd held back for a decade finally breaking free. "I never stopped loving you. I never will."

"Three days ago I didn't know any of this existed. Now there's an ancient army in my basement, a council conspiracy, an invading pack a day out, and apparently a traitor standing somewhere in my own house." "For what it's worth," Ryder said, settling onto the step beside her, "I don't think it's any of us. Damon, Kieran, Luca, Elias. I've known these guys most of my life. Whatever else is true, that loyalty's real." "I want to believe that," Aurora said. "But the wolf specifically said someone standing beside me. Familiar face. That doesn't exactly narrow it down to strangers."

Hello my dear readers, thank you for all the support you give me into this book. If you don't mind it and want to support me more, I would like you to check on my completed book He is... Not Him. What is the story about? Ten years ago, Evelyn Sharpe confessed her love to Liam Thorne—her first love, her everything. She had carried him in her heart through a decade of longing, painting every moment with the warmth of his smile, the depth of his kindness, and the ghost of what could have been.

Everyone begins to murmur, Zack is looking confused while Chase and Paul keep looking at the floor and looking at me, and all I am doing is trying to breath. " Ten years ago I found my mate, I was surprised it was her, because I wanted my mate to be someone else , someone who I have loved since I was 12, so I did what I believe was the right thing and I rejected her" he looked up at me tears brimming in his, while I'm already breaking at the seams. I hear people gasp, and then I heat a voice come from the back "Wasn't luna Anna you mate? You loved her"