Books About Love Lost Novels & Stories

"All I wanted was to be loved in return... All I wanted was a beautiful love story. For once in my life, I had found someone that was everything I wanted and although he was so close to me, he was still so far from me. I couldn't get him and that sucked. Then the divorce came around and I jumped on the opportunity I got, with all I had. But now I've lost... He never loved me, Mia. I was too dumb to see that... "I cry, and Mia rushes over to me, and pulls me in a hug. "It's okay, Ava. We all make mistakes. We can figure this out... "She says as she pats my hair, and I cry into her shirt. My greed and stupidity have left me broken-hearted. How could I think that I would be able to tear a man a

Leaving Reo who is dead with lice with a million pieces of destruction in his feelings. Reo looked sadly leaving Jack. He said falling in love is never wrong. However, why is the feeling that Reo is experiencing is considered wrong, and disgusting? Worse yet, the one who said that openly was Jack, the idol of the heart for the past two years. "Jack, I'm always trying to get to you. It doesn't matter how you look at me, because I really love you." *** Jack couldn't understand Reo's attitude lately. Reo was like a man Jack no longer knew. Even though it has been ten years the friendship between the two is fine. Unfortunately, their relationship soured when Reo said he was gay.

We need to find the key" he said. His man that just entered furrowed his eyebrows. He had no idea what was happening. "Lost blood? Key?" He thought. "How do we find the key master?" He asked. "It's no ordinary key. It's a book. That book can lead us to the girl once the power is activated. That means, once she has reached the age to be sacrifice, the book will be awoken" he said. "Oh" he murmured and lowered his gaze. Slowly, he was understanding how everything worked.

But being with Lydia is different. Their tea time always has the bitterest coffee and the sweetest sweet go together. Neither Lydia nor Raylan complain about the other's taste. In fact, they drink together so much that their tastes change to resemble each other. Yet, they never realize that. They only consider it as something normal happening to their lives. Lydia stops at the coffee her friends were talking about. At first glance it's an aesthetic coffee shop with the name "The Forgotten Time". Hearing the name, Lydia can't help but giggles. This is definitely Raylan's favorite type of coffee shop. A vintage and somewhat mysterious one.

POV. Amber Today is the day I'm moving into Jaxson's pack, I'm so excited to meet all the new people or should I say wolf's that will become my family. My Father left last night he said he didn't want to be her when I left. I guess I'll just have to deal with the fact that I won't get to see him unless I come back to this land, or if he can get the fuck over himself and come see my new home.

Nothing could fill the void in her heart, not money, not posession, not parties or friends could spark up a little glimpse of happiness in her. Her heart repeatedly pierced by the emotions she couldn't bear nor control, it all seemed like a dream, the nightmare she was dying to crawl out from. Her one true love was gone, the man she had lived years with, gave her all to. Diana couldn't help but soliloquize. "Do I deserve to live? He is in the grave because of me, what's the use of living without him?" As if loosing her parents wasn't enough, she lost Branden.

Something passed between us that didn’t need words, which was the best kind of thing, the kind you couldn’t perform or plan, that just arrived when enough honest time had passed between two people. Not an ending. Not a resolution with a bow on it. Just two people in a green room on a Saturday, looking at each other across everything that had happened and everything that was still coming, and finding that the looking didn’t have to be frightening anymore. That was enough. That kept being enough. That, I was learning, was what love looked like when it was real. Not the sixteen year old kind with its desperate gravity. The kind that had been tested and damaged and deliberately, painstakingly re

I didn't dwell on it, and I'd never think of him again. Love was like tending to a flower, and Roscoe was a perfect gardener. My life after marriage was simple and happy. Sometimes, when my emotions ran high, I would ask Roscoe, "Do you ever mind my past with Benji?" And he would always silence me with a kiss. "Syd, love always feels like something is missing. I regret not confessing to you sooner and causing you to suffer so much." Two years later, Roscoe and I had a beautiful baby girl. Another two years after that, my own international trade company had an annual revenue of millions.

I meant to transfer her to the Michigan branch if she continued to pester me with her loud music. When the driver started the car, I studied the book cover she gave me. Only now did I realize the title of the book, “Where Do Broken Hearts Go?” I suddenly worried about Leigh after realizing that this book is a kind of self-help, an inspiring book providing insights about loss and grief. I close my eyes, wondering how Leigh is now.

It was almost as the book described his marriage to a T. "...Love is odd. It can fill us up and it can leave us empty. Yet, we find ourselves unable to live without it and doing things to secure love in our lives. The man that fears the loss of love may resort to hasty, desperate acts to insure that he is not forgotten. And the woman who finds herself confused by love and frightened by the prospect of loosing her independence may seek understanding through unconventional ways...