A Love That Won't Fade Novels & Stories

Edgar reached out and gently stroked the mound of earth. Tears slipped down in silence. Ryan, who was like a hollowed-out shell, walked straight into the freezing lake until the water swallowed him whole. Edgar charged forward and dragged him back to shore. Ryan trembled violently, be it from the cold or pain. He kept muttering the same thing repeatedly. "It won't wash off. These hands. It won't wash off–" My soul observed him quietly. Did I hate him?

In order to see the aurora with Alexander, I began planning a year in advance. Alexander and my adopted sister had already left me behind and gone to the destination ahead of time. When I arrived, no one answered the phone. I waited for ten hours before he finally returned my call. On the phone, Evelyn laughed excitedly, "Diana! I've already explored this entire city. Alex is so mature and charming—he planned everything in advance. I'm having such a wonderful time!" She chattered away, sharing her experiences, while Alexander occasionally play along to add details. The two of them had spent the holiday blissfully together like a pair of lovebirds. It was as if neither of them had noticed o

Stacy was frowning even as she cut Martin short. She knew that his love was genuine, but his duplicity was equally genuine—perhaps far more than any love he could give. And she didn't want this love that had already been tainted. With those words, she started past him to return to the homestay, but he caught her hand, "No… I won't marry, you're the only one I love—" Stacy glowered, refusing to listen to his regrets and stared pointedly at his hand as she snapped coolly, "Let go of me."

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me. All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of. At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen. Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart. Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks."

They look like they’ve been together forever. Sebastian follows my gaze. “That’s going to be us one day.” I blink. “Oh? Confident, are we?” He shrugs. “Just stating facts.” The older man chuckles, clearly having overheard. “You two newlyweds?” My face flames. “Oh, no. We’re—” “Not yet,” Sebastian interrupts smoothly, and I nearly choke on the steam. The elderly woman smiles. “Well, take it from us—love isn’t about grand gestures. It’s the little things.”

Everyone in Imperium knew that I was James's devoted admirer. I was his devoted admirer for 10 years. But I didn’t care. Was it wrong to love someone wholeheartedly? No. He knew my obsession with him. To make me give up, he brought back a girlfriend. When James was away, I paid that woman to leave him. However, she told me that with James, there was endless money. My little offer meant nothing to her. In the end, it turned into a scene of her tumbling down the stairs. James happened to witness it. He sent me to rehab, claiming I had a split personality.

"Thank you for once bringing me home and staying with me through that long, bitter winter. But this is the last time we'll ever meet. Please, don't make me hate you. I'm not worth this." Ian stared at her, dazed. The most painful farewell didn't involve screaming or crying. Instead, what hurt most was when she wiped away his tears with a determined look that they would never meet again.

She let me ruin her, piece by piece, and still begged for more. That kind of love didn’t die. That kind of love didn’t fade, didn’t soften, didn’t let you move on like some fucking fairytale ending.

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

“I just prefer more realities than some overhyped tale of impossible love. I used to be a fan, but not anymore.” “What changed that perspective?” “Nothing... I just saw a friend deeply in love with someone who doesn’t even acknowledge her existence. He abruptly ended things after years together, just to return to an ex,” her tone edged with frustration, revealing a side of Calista Anthony was just beginning to understand. “That’s really not good,” Anthony chimed in, baffled at the amount of emotion she was putting into the conversation. His hands worked excessively on the keyboard.