Novel & Cerita Best Classical Love Novels

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

“I wouldn't stand for that if I were your wife. I couldn't condone you having an affair with that woman. I didn't even like her.” “Oh, I see… If you had liked her, it would have been a different matter.” “Don't be ridiculous! And I certainly wouldn't be your real wife. I may have been reading too many romance novels, but I think I prefer the way they turn out.” “You do?” He looked surprised. “But they usually end up with the hero and the heroine in each other's arms, don't they?” “Well, yes, but… We won't! And that's why you aren't ever going to make love to me. I happen to believe that sort of thing should only happen between people who love each other.”

His love for Bella has burned their relationship down to black charcoal. So what is left now? Alec's heart was flooded because of his overflowing love for Bella. Like the flower withered from too much water. The love that he pours out for her makes their relationship one-sided for those who accept it. That's what happened with Alec and Bella's love. Now he has reached the threshold of his love.

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

Their love story was one for the ages, a testament to the power of connection and creativity. As they hugged, Akira whispered, "I'll paint our love story forever." Taro smiled, knowing their love would be a masterpiece. *The Wedding* Their wedding was a beautiful blend of traditional and modern elements. Akira's art studio was transformed into a stunning venue, filled with flowers, candles, and her vibrant paintings. Taro's colleagues and Akira's friends gathered to celebrate their love. As Akira walked down the aisle, Taro's eyes sparkled with happiness. They exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other through life's joys and challenges.

Feeling bored, I started scrolling through my phone when a new text popped up. "You really believe Chris married you out of love? Stop fooling yourself. He only did it to keep his family off his back. Leave him now unless you want me to teach you a lesson." It wasn't hard to guess who sent it. Honestly, I couldn't care less about why Christopher married me. I typed back quickly. "Well, here's hoping you two cheating scumbags stick together forever." Then, I took a screenshot and sent it to Christopher. "So this is your 'unattainable love,' huh? She's just so gentle and sweet. Don't even start accusing me of being the mean one."

It was bad parenting no matter how one looked at it. However, I simply nodded and didn't make a fuss about this. I noted the baffled look in Jonathan's eyes and said slowly, "We should get going. I don't want the soup to get cold." In the past, I would have thrown a fit over the hairpin and demanded an explanation from him. But that would only make me look like a shrew and Charlotte a wise, understanding person. Jonathan had wounded my heart and left it bleeding, but not once did he ever show that he loved me.

A hint of concern in my voice. What was she not used to? Her family was rich, and an expensive lifestyle should be her thing. Why was she different from other rich city girls? Her hand slipped off my grip and she exhaled, ready to speak her mind. “I am not used to being loved. Being cherished. I'm not used to the affection I am getting from you. I feel… wrong. ” I looked at her, confusion etched in the lines of my expression. “Of course, I am your husband and you deserve better than this,” I whispered, my finger wiping the tears that fell freely from her eyes.

asked the Queen, calling the name of the head of the Guinevere family familiarly. "Heh, you ask what's so special about my wife?! She is better than you, not greedy like you, loyal to me, and loves me, and I dedicate myself to her entirely!! And you?!! You ask what's so special about her with you who betrayed the love I had, all the attention I gave you even to the point of being willing to go into a big war to get recognition so that she could propose to you from a big family, Cassia!!!" Benedict answered without hiding the hatred he had.

He was Moody for some reason. Ever since that night, the atmosphere between them had gotten a little ambiguous and Adeline was so sure she was attracted to the man before her. He pulled her into the room and onto the wall next to the door, Williams brought his face dangerously close to her as he nuzzled her chin. He leaned over and whispered hoarsely, "I know what you're doing, but you shouldn't play with fire or you'll get yourself burnt." Adeline's eyes were closed and her breathing was a little bit unstable when he suddenly pushed her away. She felt ashamed for no reason, why did she close her eyes, was she expecting a kiss? She calmed herself and followed behind him.