Romans & histoires Book Of Our Love Story

“Get a dog. Name it Karma. Train it to pee on his shoes.” She laughed—real this time, head thrown back, dimples on full blast. My chest did a weird flip. She wiped her eyes quickly, like tears were a weakness she couldn’t afford. I wanted to hold her hand. I didn’t. “You know what the worst part is?” she said. “I still love him. Even after all this. I hate that I do.” I nodded. I knew that kind of love. The kind that keeps you chained even when the door’s wide open.

In her place was a woman who had survived, grown, and learned that love was never about possession, control, or fear. We had gone from enemies to toxic lovers, from betrayal to heartbreak, from escape to cautious reunion, and finally, to a love that was safe, respectful, and enduring. We had learned that love could be messy and painful—but worth every step if both hearts were willing to grow. As I looked at him—my husband, my partner, the father of my children—I smiled and whispered, more to myself than to him: This time, it’s real. This time, it’s ours.

Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story) Book 2: My Bride is Not a Human (Cade & Andrella’s Story) Book 3: Her Chosen Mate (Rebecca & Oliver’s Story) * In case of any queries regarding any story, please reach out to my inbox. Thank you again.

"We grew and lived with business stuffs that's why we ended up getting married because of business." Her lips shut. Like I slapped what's true to her. And those words I let out made Ailey understand that the relationship between Wren and I wasn't as healthy as the wealth Wren had, that we were just living together with names carried. That's why it's a bad news that we don't fight as couple, because we don't show affections as well. "I'm sorry, about that." I smiled. "It's okay. I'm still glad that we'd also decided to fulfill our role as a married couple."

And that was our story. *** THE END ***

My contract love story Chapter 50 Edit 1,712 / 5,000 Chapter 50 The chill that Cassidy’s words sent through Ashleigh’s heart became more than a mere shiver—it turned into a bone-deep truth she would come to understand fully. The days following the orientation were a whirlwind for Ashleigh. Between her newly commenced classes and a mountain of coursework that loomed over her with the mid-semester exams just two weeks away, she also had to contend with the icy, indifferent attitudes of her classmates. The biochemistry department she had joined was the largest in the department's history, with fifty students, her inclusion being the final count. The senior classes, by contrast, had fewer than t

--- That night, as they sat beside a dying fire, Yvette opened the last letter she’d found tucked inside her grandmother’s book. It was addressed not to Elise—but to Elias. “You made a monster and called it love. But love doesn’t destroy what it claims to protect. She will never be yours. Not Elise. Not the child. Not the next.” “I’ve buried the truth inside the one place you won’t look—inside her reflection. But one day she will see what you tried to take. And when she does… she’ll burn you from the bloodline forever.” There was no signature. Only a smudge of dried blood.

The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly. Still, I could not understand why Reynold kept me around even though he did not love me. He could have just told me, and we would have divorced. Yet, not only did he take away my ability to have children, but he even cheated and betrayed me, In the end, I didn't visit the doctor. Instead, I went home alone. The mansion was the home Reynold and I purchased when we got married, back when his career was just starting to take off. I could still remember us lying in bed, talking about the future. We had dreamed of having two kids—a boy and a girl—a perfect family of four.

The room laughed again, and Ace shook his head, smiling despite himself. “This book isn’t just about love,” I said. “It’s about finding your voice again, even when you think you’ve lost it. It’s about learning that family doesn’t have to understand you perfectly to love you completely. And it’s about realizing that sometimes, your muse doesn’t look like inspiration from afar, they look like a man covered in soot, trying to pretend he doesn’t secretly love cats.” The laughter rolled once more, gentle and warm. My throat tightened, the emotion creeping in like sunlight through clouds.

I already wrote how I felt about her. I remembered how Miss Robin tried to get me to finish the love letter and how my reply to her was that the letter is incomplete because the story is still going on. Now the story has ended and so did the love letter. I wrote the second one and final part of the letter yesterday night while everybody was sleeping. I didn't sleep a wink though. I was too busy thinking about our memories together. It didn't seem like much but I tried to remember every important thing that has happened to the both of us starting from when we met to the last day we saw each other and the emotions I felt when we spoke to each other last.