Best Novels About Unrequited Love Novels & Stories

“Don’t be afraid, Julia. I’m here.” I cried and asked Henry to leave, but Grant clicked his tongue in annoyance. He covered my mouth and whispered, “He’s already crippled. Julia, I was the first one to fall for you. Why aren’t you giving me a chance? Why did you fall in love with a pauper like him? What does he have that I don’t?” Grant had always been the center of attention growing up. This was why he couldn’t accept that the girl he liked loved someone inferior to him in every aspect.

Her words struck like whips, sharp and relentless. "You knew I loved you, and you used that. You pushed me into a secret marriage and hid me away like I was something shameful, all while I was just a cover for you and Nina. How are you going to make things right now? After we were married, you couldn't even stand to touch me. Every time I reached for you, you pulled away like I was repulsive. Was that your idea of love? "At the auction, you left me for Nina. You—who never drank—suddenly couldn't stop throwing them back, just to shield her. You didn't even notice me standing there, watching. And you call that love?

“Yes, sister. This is the best offer you can get right now. You’re not getting any younger. We all know you have an unrequited love from…” “Shut the fuck up, you snake!” This sneaky snake thinks I have forgiven her, huh? Or does she think I have forgotten what she has done to me? My unrequited love has always been my Achilles heel. No one dares to mess with me when it comes to that. Sometimes, I even ask myself why my heart has refused to listen. I cannot love another man, no matter how many times he rejects me. Even when I sent him an invite to my show, he did not come, though I know he’s around.

He didn't try to hold on or cause a scene, and I even ripped off his mask in front of his friends. Wyatt kept persuading me, recounting how much Bernard had loved me over the years and urging me not to do something I might regret. I glanced around at the pairs in the booth and realized most of the women at their sides weren't wives, but mistresses. Maybe in their circle, cheating was normal, and their spouses just turned a blind eye. However, I never would do so. If Bernard's time was too precious to waste, then what about mine? I had given him my heart and the best years of my life. He was the one who broke his promise. Somehow, in their eyes, I had become the problem.

She recalled the day she and Sean were kissing intimately in the bathroom, with James standing even closer to them than she was now to him. Was James’s pain then the same as hers now, unbearable to the point of suffocation? No, his pain must have been even worse. So this was what love felt like. To love someone was to be unable to bear seeing others being close to them or claiming them as their own. But she had hurt James deeply, countless times. Like self-inflicted punishment, she stood motionless in the snow, staring at the darkened window. The next morning, Jessica and James left for the City Hall.

From that day on, I stopped longing for a space in her heart. Now, none of that mattered to me anymore. As Celeste fell asleep in my arms, I said goodbye to Beverly. She would often try to find an opportunity for us to be together again, but I would always deflect. "Maybe when I'm less busy with work, we can talk." The love I once had for Beverly had vanished, lost in the thorns of that painful experience. In the days to come, my only wish was to watch Celeste grow up happily. To be alive and see her smile would be the greatest comfort of my life.

I also wanted to keep reading whatever came next. He didn't text again for a few seconds, long enough for me to think it was over. So what's your favorite pie? His text popped up again. My fingers hovered. This again? cherry. why? noted. noted for what?? You'll see. And then he went offline. Just like that. No goodbye, emoji, or explanation. I stared at the empty chat box, heart still hammering, a weird little ache building in my stomach. The logical part of me screamed to stop. To block him, erase the conversation and the heat pooling low in my abdomen.

Shadows of bookshelves surrounded us, silent witnesses to our heat, our pleasure, our unrestrained craving. He brushed damp hair from my face, lips curling in a dark, knowing smirk. “This… is only the beginning,” he murmured. “Next time, we’ll go even further.” I pressed against him, gasping, sticky, trembling. My body would never be the same. Desire pulsed through me, insatiable, unrelenting. I wanted more. I needed more. Even as the library returned to silence, even as the shadows settled, I knew one thing: some pleasures could never be contained. Some encounters would haunt you, consume you, and leave you trembling, desperate, craving the next forbidden moment.

’ How hard can it be? Turns out it’s not easy at all. Turns out I wasn’t any better. I never thought it could happen to me… but it did. And it hurts in ways no book ever warned me about. Unrequited love is a sickness with no cure. Or maybe it has, but I'm too infected to think straight. “Hey, c’mon Emmy!” Linda, a classroom buddy, hurried over. “Your dress isn’t totally ruined. The awards are about to start. Let’s go. You’re definitely winning Most Beautiful tonight.”

Hi guys. I hope you are enjoying this book. Just to let you know that this book is actual a sequel. There are three-in-one series about three sisters - Diane, Malvika and Natasha. The first book, 'Unrequited Love' is about Diane and it's been published on Goodnovel. You can check my profile page. 'Broken Hearts' is the second book about Natasha. The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts.