A Love Untold Barcelona Novels & Stories

“We were together for 5 goddamn years and we have lived together for 4 of them, I did your laundry paid your bills and you couldn’t even give me a heads up before you humped her in the back of the car that I paid the EMI for” “See I have no time for this crap, I have a news story. Do you wanna report it or not?” “What’s the story?” “You know that secret club that breaks off couples?” “It’s not a club it’s an agency that helps you get over breakups or helps you to UNlove someone, I did a story on them, remember?” “Ya, the UN-Love agency or whatever, one of their members has been exposed” “How do you know they are part of the agency none of their members ever reveal their identity”

I love watching movies. Where I live? I live in a small town named Roselli, weird name right? But there is a legend behind it. There was a girl named Roselli, and she was in love with a guy named Roman, they were madly in love, but Roselli's father didn't approve of their love and married her off to some wealthy guy. cliché right? Roman was so heartbroken that he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff into the sea, calling out his love before jumping. Since then this town is lovers paradise, lovers around the world come to visit the spot Roman jumped from and call out their lovers name. Huh? I don't believe in all this I am in love of this place cause it's my home, there are some pristine

He told her. Sara looked at him. She realized he had never loved her. There was a reason he came back for her and proposed marriage, but immediately after the problems were solved, he abandoned her without informing her. "There they are!" Soldiers pointed at them. Steve held Sara's hand and ran with her. "There is no point running." She stopped to catch her breath. Steve was silent. He informed the guard of their whereabouts earlier. "Then go back home. I will look for a solution for you," He told her.

What did I do wrong? All I ever did was love him. Completely, without a safety net or a backup plan. Just pure, unconditioned love. But it turns out... sometimes love is just a word that doesn't hold enough weight to keep things from shattering. So here I am. Kianna Myst Saavedra. The girl who just got her heart handed back to her in sharp, jagged little pieces. And the best part? The people holding the hammer were my fiancé and my stepsister. Because why not dial up the cheap television drama to an absolute ten, right?

Lying in bed, unable to sleep, I scrolled through short videos when a recommendation popped up—someone I might know. It was a video from someone with the ID: I Love Chris. Something compelled me to click on it. It was a girl's video diary about secretly loving a man. The latest post showed her location in Louville. The caption read, "The man I've loved for ten years is getting married next month. I want to be brave and confess. Wish me luck!" In the thumbnail she posted, I saw a familiar hand—a hand wearing a wedding ring on the ring finger. It belonged to Christopher.

The message read, “How’s hope? I bet you didn't see me today. Don't blame me, I was caught up with work. I'll make out time for us to meet. How about a coffee at the Louis coffee shop tomorrow by 5:30 pm? Don't be late. I love you, Elena.” I was thrown into a state of confusion. Who was this anonymous? How does he know my baby's name? I couldn't get the answers I was searching for. All I had to do was close my eyes, try to push the thoughts aside and wait for the next day.

Talia was his, whether she accepted it or not. He'd seen her and loved her. He wanted her from the beginning but Talia always pissed him off with how weak and easy she was. All her approaches... Every single word that escaped her never sounded like a woman in love. She was one living for the sake of living. Her love for him was forced. And that's when he changed. When he grew mad. When Maria had visited him and told him the story of Talia having a cafe poor boyfriend that she gave up to be with him because of his life.

Her eyes filled with tears, and I immediately pulled her close again, pressing kisses to the top of her head. "Don't cry," I murmured. "Please don't cry. I've got you. I promise I've got you." "These are good tears," she said with a watery laugh. "Happy tears. Because I love you, and you're perfect, and I don't know what I'd do without you." "You'll never have to find out," I said fiercely. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying in Barcelona as long as you need me. Longer, if you want."

Maybe I'm the problem, no-one ever loved me or showed me how to love so how could Monroe love me if my family couldn't? I felt the tears begin to pool in my eyes once more as I finally took in the sights around me, I was alone at a bar with a few of the locals sitting in their booths, the only person around was the bartender. He looked at me with an unreadable look on his face as he continued to clean the glasses, I gave him a non-verbal plea for another glass as I shot back the last of the amber coloured liquid. He put the glass down and walked nearer to me, he leaned over the bar and looked around to make sure no-one could hear him. "You really think you need another one?"

And mingled with disbelief making his stomach harden and his chest tightened. And then the anger had come swift and hot and all encompassing. She had left. Next line of course he had known her time in Barcelona would be limited. But to leave without a word? Without so much as a goodbye? He didn't think his heart had ever thundered with such ferocity in his chest. During the trip to the ferry terminal his blood had founded with increasing agitation. He knew there was only one daytime selling to Mallorca and the other being late in the evening so his chance of intercepting her was good. But what if roza was wrong about Cara’s plans?