A Love Tale Novels & Stories

She looks so fragile in that moment. So this is what he likes? My eyes snap to hers. The look in her eyes says otherwise. Love? “I’m not sure you’re capable of that, Sharon,” I say. “You only know how to love yourself.” Silence settles between us. Cold. Final. “We’re over,” I say, pulling the ring off my finger and throwing it at him. I pick up my purse. My luggage. And walk toward the door. “You’re unlovable, Anastasia,” Tristian says behind me. “Men don’t like women like you.”

"W⁠hat exactly do⁠ you bring to t⁠his union?" I felt m‌y cheeks flush. "I‍ lov‌e him." "Love." Helena's la‌ugh was soft and utterly devoid of warmth. "How ref‌reshingly adolescent. Let me educate you about something, my dea⁠r. Love is a fairy ta‌l‍e we tell ourselves to make th⁠e transaction of m‌arriage more p‍alatable. The realit⁠y is far more practical." ‍

name by the way I don't care Jordan told me they are to wed this Winter break And I couldn't care less I got to the stage and started the formation choreo I really took on that Beyonce power and I felt it I really miss sexy dancing I don't think Principal Linton was comfortable with the seducing act of ours But we didn't care less My eyes got locked with that of Mason His lustful eyes told me everything I needed to know I heard he and Stacy broke up a week ago He's probably hungry for some Zuri magic

The sound of whistling broke my reverie and I looked at Joshua who stood against the house with yearning eyes for Alex – who wasn't going to give him a second glance since she knew exactly where he stood while she poured a circle of salt on the ground around Gina and Hannah. I would also offer this miracle potion to Joshua. I'd offer it to anyone with a broken heart with a daily dose of never fall in love pills. But as Hera would tell me, falling in love was like catching a bad cold. 'One day you're fine and then it creeps up on slowly, showing vague symptoms that you wouldn't take seriously until the next morning you can't get out of bed wondering why your throat hurts and why it's suddenly

Until three years ago, during an argument, I demanded he choose between me and Ava. In response, he had his men lock me in my rooms and take away my phone. That winter, locked in the estate's basement, I nearly broke. In the end, I gave in and begged for mercy. There was a time we were truly in love. When we were younger, he even took a bullet for me, fired by a rival family. Whatever love we'd had was gone. It was time to make a clean break. Without any hesitation, I answered the voice on the other end of the phone. "I'm sure."

To do that, I helped build a company that could quietly move assets, bury money, and shield the dealings of people the world preferred not to see. The company grew faster than expected. Too fast. That’s when your mother came in to investigate. I didn’t expect to fall in love. But I did. Her beautiful brown eyes twinkled like stars in the night sky. Her laugh—once you heard it, you couldn’t forget it. Her hugs were warm, grounding, real in a world built on lies. She reminded me I was still human. I used to hope that one day I’d meet the woman you’d fall in love with, just so I could tell her about your mother—and how loving someone like that changes you forever.

Race wrapped himself around her as their lips met, and he kicked the door closed. He sat at the kitchen table, watching her eat as he remembered that first night. They kissed and talked and kissed some more for hours, falling back on the sofa in his suite. He couldn’t remember how he controlled himself, but they did not have sex that night. She told him she wasn’t that kind of girl, and he believed her. He didn’t want her to be that kind of girl. By midnight, he was half-way in love with her and her blue eyes. By 3 A.M., he was completely in love with her and never wanted her to leave. She fell asleep in his arms, and he awoke alone the next morning, but he’d already tasted the fruits

Aria's POV Leo Carter and I were childhood sweethearts. When the Rogue King tried to assassinate him, I blocked a fatal stab and saved him. Since then, he has cherished me like a treasure, vowing to love only me for the rest of his life. On the day we turned 18, we became fated mates before the Moon Goddess. I said to him, "Alpha Leo, if you betray me, I will leave you forever." With tears in his eyes, he hugged me, saying he would never let that happen in his lifetime.

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

she asked exasperatedly as she begrudgingly walked back to her bed and started opening the scrolls of love again. She sighed and choose one of the brightest scrolls in front of her. She figured that the brighter the scrolls were, the greater the love shared. The scrolls of love contain stories. Stories of the matches, pairings, her mother, and all the former goddesses of the moon had made. The scrolls record everything the match had to undergo for their love, how they met and how they ended. Some of them end up happily but the ones with the greatest love shared mostly end up tragically.