Book Love Is Not Enough Novels & Stories

I feared that I would cry because of the thousands of pains caused by their love for each other. I know that they really love each other. I know that their love for each other is for eternity, and I know that he doesn't love me and only wants me for pleasure. But is it really appropriate for them to show me in front of us, that they love each other? That no matter what trials come, nothing can stop the love they feel for each other?

the professor's trembling voice shouted as she tried to stop the man from getting closer. I became even more puzzled then. I looked at them with a bewildered expression, wondering what was happening between them, and why the professor acted like he saw a ghost – no, let me rephrase that – a dead person. Meanwhile, the man acted like he missed the professor so much and loved him deeply. I unconsciously furrowed my brows and messed up my hair out of frustration. Frustration for the both of them. I never thought that I would be frustrated in the middle of the two of them! And I never thought I would be even more frustrated after hearing the words spoken by the handsome man, "I'm sorry love, I d

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

Something about there not being any hope was devastatingly painful. "Sometimes," A cruel whisper left my lips and Vince arched his brows. "You said sometimes love is not enough that means sometimes it IS. It's always been enough for my parents and they just need to realize why they first fell in love with one another..." I turned back around to leave but Vincent pulled me back into him.

I then packed up all of my belongings. Inside the drawer of the bedside table, I found the love letter Leo had written to me many years ago. The vows and promises we made had now all turned into jokes. I gathered all of the memorabilia and set them on fire, burning them to ashes. Leo hadn't even returned by nightfall, and his chat inbox remained empty. He didn't even bother sending a message. After sending him Eliza's message records and phone recordings, I grabbed my suitcase and walked out of the villa.

On the screen was a projected slideshow of pictures, captioned: “I love you, Darling. Until death do we part.” While Jared made his rounds chatting with the guests, I stood alone to the side. A few wives of powerful businessmen approached me to catch up. “You’re so lucky, Mrs. Hampton!” “Mhmm! Your husband has no room for anyone else in his eyes! He even prepared this whole day just for you.” I smiled politely but did not comment. Perhaps they found my lack of reaction boring because, after a while, they stopped with the pleasantries and began to gossip among themselves.

“Because he hurt me, Ryder. He hurt me so much. And yet… yet I still love him.” Ryder was quiet for a long second before he finally spoke. “If you love him and he loves you… then why are you still hesitating?” he asked gently, and I scoffed. “Because don’t you get it?” I choked out a breath. “Love isn’t enough. Love has never been enough.” It will never be enough. Ryder stared at me, stunned, fumbling with his hands like he didn’t know where to place them or what to say. And I… I didn’t have anything else to give right now.

It wasn't what he needed. He loved her like an old, beloved book. One he’d read so many times he knew every line, could quote passages in his sleep. One he kept on the nightstand out of habit and affection, even when he wasn’t actively reading it anymore. It was comforting just to know it was there. Maybe that was the problem. He’d stopped reading her. Stopped turning the pages. Stopped asking what came next. He forgot that she was still growing, still changing, still becoming someone new. He treated her like a finished story, neatly bound and complete, when she was still mid-chapter. Still writing herself in ways he never bothered to notice. When she finally closed the book and walked away,

I couldn't fall asleep after what happened. when Keera left after we kissed, all realization dawned on me. like what the fuck was I thinking when I kissed her, I know I'm not in love with her and I probably would never be so why did I do that? I asked myself a thousand times while pulling on my hair. I don't want to hurt her she deserves someone better than me someone with fewer issues and someone who can love her with the whole of his heart and not just part. I know I was attracted to her that I'll admit to, but love is on a whole different level which would be hard to attain because it drove me here...

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?