Can't Buy Me Love Novels & Stories

He tries to call my name, but my laugh is too loud for his interjection. "Dear Lord, isn’t your ‘love’ expensive? All it needed was everything I had. So what else will you need me to go through to say it again? Maybe if I lost my lung, my leg, or my arm, tell me? Ah…Matteo, I don't need love like that. I may be rich, but I can't afford it. You, you are too expensive for me." Finally, his hands shake my shoulders firmly to keep me from interrupting him.

But now, her fists pounded my back, her legs kicking my stomach, not just trying but succeeding in hurting me. “Let her go!” Ernest’s commanding voice stopped me, standing in my way. “You don’t call the shots here.” “Don’t you see she doesn’t want to go with you?” His voice was calm but piercing, like a sword slowly sinking into my heart, twisting as it delivered the final blow. “She’s always liked your brother… her whole life, she’s been in love with him. It’s over, Gabe! It’s too late for you. Everyone knows you’re powerful and can have anything you want. But love can’t be bought… ‘It’s not a pill you take when you’re bored or because they say it’ll make you lose weight before dinner… Love

“I would have bought you even if you were worth one billion dollars as long as you’d be mine forever.” “You could have just asked me out. You didn’t have to buy me with three million dollars.”

Damian woke with a splitting headache and the weight of his choices pressing on his chest. He remembered the wedding, the whiskey, and that stranger’s voice — “Why don’t you hire a cookie?” But it wasn’t just the alcohol talking. The idea had stuck. He had money — more than he’d ever need — yet he couldn’t buy peace. Not love. Not closure. Maybe what he needed wasn’t comfort… maybe it was distraction. On his phone screen, the link still glowed, he was now in the website

It makes me really sad. [3.6 Failed at suicide. Why can't I even choose to die? Life is unbearably painful. I can't go on.] [If there's a next life...] The black ink had blurred from my tears, and the words beyond it had become unreadable. I muttered, "Even though you already know, I still want to tell you that I really love you. I love you so much that I wish for another life with you." For a moment, it felt as if Samuel were standing right beside me again—still the lively, confident young man I remembered. I couldn't look away, mesmerized, unwilling to wake from the illusion. Then, I heard his voice. "I wish for the same."

“I’ve never been in love. To tell you the truth, I don’t think I’m capable of it. Which is a reflection on me and has nothing to do with you. But you can have the rest of me. My body, my money, my power. Anything I have to give, it’s yours.” I knew he was trying to be honest and truthful, but the truth hurt. Even if I’d wanted his love, he couldn’t give it. What he offered seemed cold and detached. This was a business deal to him—that was all it would ever be. How could he think love could be bought? I wasn’t for sale. “Think it over,” he said. “Break our curse and you can have the world. We will protect you. Always.” That sounded like a lifetime prison sentence. “Just leave—” A shrill wail

That made Daniel's bankruptcy a side effect rather than a direct result. Her truth. "And did your truth include the fifty thousand dollars?" I said. Silence. The specific silence that had its own answer inside it. The same silence from the kitchen two nights ago. The loudest thing I had heard in weeks. "Vivienne," I said. "I was trying to—" "I love you," I said. She stopped. "I love you," I said again. "I have loved you my entire life and I will love you after this. That is not the question."

It paid 300 dollars a day, and if I kept at it for a month, I could buy her the handbag she'd been eyeing. I perked up, walking resolutely toward Marissa. However, I then saw a tall man tagging along behind her. He was her first love, Dominic Finch. My eyes dropped to their hands, fingers tightly intertwined—a display of deep affection. My heart stopped. I froze to the spot, lost in a daze. Just then, the store manager rushed over and smacked me upside the head, jolting me back to reality. "Hey! Why are you spacing out, dumbass? We've got customers. Get moving! We're not paying you to space out!"

"Go back to Adrian. You have a busy day tomorrow. It's his wedding!" Anthony was still wiping his tears. He gave Linda his back, utterly embarrassed of having found out. "Okay, I will," Linda said. "But allow me to say this. Money can't buy love, Mister King." "What?" Anthony asked. "Money can't buy love. You gave Adrian everything that money could buy, but you never gave him love," Linda declared. "Don't you see? He couldn't afford your love." Anthony could hear Linda sniffing. Clearly, she was crying. She said, "I am not a King, but I have been with this family long enough to care. Mister King, will you bring this misunderstanding between you and Adrian to the grave when you die?"

"How can you be so cruel?" He was so gaunt, his face was practically a skull. With that look of utter disbelief, he was a sorry sight. Trying to be the good guy, I tossed him a bone. "Didn't you buy Chloe a house? If you're strapped for cash, just sell it." That hit a nerve. His face froze as he mumbled, "The house is in Chloe's name. I can't sell it." I glared at him. "Then, I guess you're out of luck. I can't help you, so go find someone else to mooch off."