As If Love Doesn't Exist Novels & Stories

Cara gave me a thumbs up off-camera, "That's plausible. On to that last question for this session. What's your take on love?" My body stiffened instead upon receiving her question, my heart burning in reaction. "On love?" The upper half of my face had turned slightly purple, and my eyes had gotten more malicious as I spoke, "That's easy!" I chuckled unnaturally. "Love. Does. Not. Exist." 'Now that's something to chew on!' Cara thought. Resulting from all of Jae Hwa's unusual and shameless responses, her confessional has been raking up views and even more engagements in the comment section. Everyone had mixed and pretty interesting views on her unreserved homelessness, it almost came close to

This whole situation was the final nail in my coffin as I blurt everything out in a stammering voice, “p-please don’t throw me out! I p-promise it w-won’t happen again! I’ll k-keep my feelings in check! A-anything! I d-didn’t m-mean to f-fall in love w-with you!” Kain is silent for a moment as he listens to me. I can’t stand to look at him anymore. I cover my face with my hands, sobbing into them as I wait for Kain’s ultimate and heart-shattering rejection.

I brought you home because I needed you. "I promise you, love, it is not the same anymore. I love you with my soul; I don't want to exist without your love." "The bet is off love; it doesn't exist anymore." "Then does that mean that you will give up in your quest to destroy the Shadow Pack?" "No, love, I won't ever give up on it." "I have waited so long for this particular moment." "I need to do this for my people; it doesn't matter who gets hurt in the process."

Even though she knew the question was stupid, she was sure no way he could ever be in love with her, still, she was curious to know how he really felt about her. "Love? There is nothing of such in my dictionary, Ashley. I don't do love... I don't even believe in that shit because it doesn't exist," Those words pierced through Ashley's hand, leaving a hole inside her heart. She gritted her teeth and bit her bottom lip as a scoff tore through her throat. She opened her mouth to talk, but words failed her. What the fuck was she going to say? What was she even thinking? "I will give you everything until I can afford the universe for you, Ashley... If you want me to walk in the ocean... Step on h

He added and she broke down in tears. “But I love you." She argued and he scoffed. “No. You don't and I don't love you either.” He stated. “Billionaires don't love, and especially not me." He added while she wept. He remained seated on the chair unfazed while she begged him to cry. His mind was already made up and her tears were not going to move him.

Nothing. I move on to the next day. The page is a little burnt on the sides. I try not to imagine what must have happened to the hand that held that diary. 2 July 2010 ‘I don’t know whether my love is shallow or unfounded since we have never talked. But unrequited, untold love is the purest form of love. There is no pretence in that.’

She asked her, and she got silent thinking about all the moments she has spent with him. Most people will tell you that there is nothing like love-shove. “Just a few months of drama, and then you just cry,” they will tell you with no sense of sadness. But is it really true? Do they really believe that love does not exist? Here is the harsh reality. We all know that love is the most beautiful emotion. We all know that nothing touches your soul like true love. But when you don’t get that real love, we become bitter about it in our subconscious. I am not calling people liars or fake. No. They are just burning from what they thought was love. And those flames of regret, those flames make them bi

I sighed inwardly and answered firmly, "Yes. Mr. Hartness, please leave. Stop disturbing us." Whether it was the distant way I addressed him or my admission that I didn't love him anymore and had fallen for someone else, it was all a heavy blow to Cole. He staggered away, looking like his soul had been sucked out of him. I gave Timothy an awkward smile. After some hesitation, I explained, "Cole is… a bit hard to shake off. I only said all that to make him give up. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Greer." He waved it off as if it were nothing, his eyes full of amusement. "It's fine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabel. I think we could be friends."

And then walked away like she was nothing. That pain in her eyes— it will haunt me. But this is bigger than love. Bigger than destiny. If I want to save my sister, if I want to survive this war, I need to protect myself. The curse can wait.

"Y'know, I had a really bad feeling earlier. It felt as if I was about to lose you. It was so painful… Did something happen to you?" I lowered my eyes and raised the finger that I had bandaged up on purpose. "I was preparing a gift for you earlier and cut my finger accidentally." "A gift?" He studied my wounded finger skeptically. Then, I looked straight into his eyes calmly and said, "Yeah. It's right there in the drawer. You can open it after tonight." Matthew breathed a sigh of relief and tightened his hold around me. "Babe, I think I love you more than I imagined. My heart was in so much pain and I threw up blood even when all you had was this minor injury.