As If Love Doesn't Exist Novels & Stories

We weren't the right match and didn't feel attracted to each other. Furthermore, true love does not exist. One of the lovers always deceives the other. So, what is the point of squandering your love on someone? You'll be fooled and left abandoned one day. "That's near impossible." My nerves calmed as I answered. "Is it?" Akash regarded me with suspicion. "Is that a question?" I raised a brow. "That's right. You don't even understand the meaning of love." Akash sneered as he lifted the cup and intended to drink the tea.

How to make me feel wanted and not feel alone. “I love you too,” ***** UNEDITED

“Didn’t you always love me?" "Fuck, Gattina," Chase closed his eyes. It was then, or never. “There was never meant to be love between us,” He opened his eyes again. {"Kitten"} "What do you mean?” Tears welled up in her eyes. “What then did we share all those times? What did all that sex mean?" Chase shrugged and cupped her cheeks. “You have to understand what I'm saying, Sophia, that love doesn't exist in this world we live in. I can't love you,"

She did not know whether she was crying at her own misery or laughing at his so-called devotion. It was he who had said that not having children did not matter. He had said, “Sweetheart, you’re all I need.” Yet, it was he who climbed into another woman’s bed for the sake of a child. ‘James, is this what you meant when you said you loved me so much you could give up your life?’ Remi questioned. If he truly wanted a child, he could have told her openly. Although it would have hurt her, she would have chosen to divorce him herself and leave him. What he never should have done was claim to love her while secretly creating another family of three with someone else.

"Tsk. Don't deny it, you thought I didn't get what you said before? You're wrong" I took a deep breath "yes I'm the one behind that book. I'm not really in love, actually I don't believe in love" "How did you write like this? How did you wrote the story where the Characters being so in love? Readers will think the author is in love" "That's why I can write like that because in a non -existent world I believe in love" "You just did that" "Which?" "It's just that you don't believe in love. But in fact you just built a wall in your heart and you convinced yourself that you don't believe in love"

He moved back, “I’ll say it once so listen carefully, there is no such thing called love, the illusion of hope that wants you to keep looking for a better world makes you blind when all that exists is loneliness.” “Realize the reality of your solitude and become someone you can rely on.” He stood near the door, “you are the strongest when you know there’s no one to back you up. When you know you have nobody but you. Ashton McCoy gave up on you the moment he led you inside Gravity, so stop looking for love in his eyes when all you see is abandonment.” He turned around to leave. “I don’t want to be strong.” I whisper and his steps halted. “Love exists, just not in your world.”

The tears brimming in my eyes had begun to escape it's confines and drip down my face. "You might—You might be able to live without it—but I can't. I'll die—I won't be able to live without you in my life, Aasiya. I really do love you. I wish—I wish, I didn't. Because it's killing me. I really tried to stop loving you. I did try—I swear! But, I do—I do love you, Aasiya. I can't stop myself from loving you—from wanting you in my life. I have no other reason to live, Aasiya. Please—I'll do everything that you like—! I'll be however you want me to be—! Just—Just don't leave me—"

Or was I imagining things? Her chest tightened with something she refused to name. With a low sigh, she whispered to the empty room; “What a small world…” The next morning, Camellia stirred awake, sunlight prying past the thin curtains. The other side of the bed was empty, Amy was already gone. A folded note sat on the table: “off to work. Don’t wait up. Love ya!” Camellia sighed, folding the paper carefully. She slowly got herself out of the bed, her mind still replaying last night… Williams’ eyes, his voice, that unspoken weight pressing between them.

“They cling to their firsts. And I’m not the kind of man who sticks around.” “What if you fall in love?” I pressed, my voice trembling but determined. “Love?” He chuckled darkly. “Love doesn’t exist, honey.” The casual way he called me honey made my heart ache. He was sweet-talking me, but I couldn’t let him push me away. I had to make him see that love was real—that he could feel it too. “Everyone falls in love, Mago,” I said firmly. “One day, you’ll meet a woman who makes you fall hopelessly, desperately in love.”