Can't Help Falling In Love Book Novels & Stories

She couldn’t help but slight pain in her heart too as she felt the intensity of his words. “I can never hate you, Vik.”, She whispered. He leaned close to her, such that only a needlepoint gap was left between them. Their noses touched. “Even if I will try to hate you, I will end up falling in love with you, again and again, and again.” . .

She read the words one after the other; as her finger touched a part of the words, a secret hole opened, revealing a large book. Chloe was standing behind her, curious of what's happening She carried it, blow on it as the book was covered in dust. Chloe handed her a cloth and dusted it with it. The first thing her eye catches was the words on the front cover, "Forbidden" She read slowly.

But now, with this bright, glaring declaration of love in front of me, I could no longer deceive myself. Bryan wasn't reserved. He just didn't love me. The rain kept falling, relentless, showing no sign of stopping. And I no longer had a reason to wait. No one was coming to pick me up. So, I walked home alone. The downpour soaked me to the bone, the cold seeping into my heart, leaving it numb. It wasn't until midnight that Bryan finally returned. But this time, there was no warm welcome, no eager smile waiting for him. Only silence, thick and heavy, filling the unlit room.

Glancing at the door and listening carefully to ensure Amelia wasn’t approaching, I placed my coffee down on a nearby table and pulled it from the shelf. Chewing my lip, I flicked through the pages to find the specific page I was looking for and found it almost instantly. It was one of my favourite books that was written by a human, about a boy falling in love with a girl, struggling to confess his love to her, so he used a poetic way to confess. A hidden message between the lines, so he could tell her how he felt without really telling her. The only problem was that she never got to find out what it meant until it was too late. She lost him before she could confess her feelings were mutual.

Prologue Be careful, they said. He will break your heart. Breaking my heart? He wasn't even in my heart at all, so how would he break it? You won't know it, they said. He will make you slowly fall for him and rip it all apart. My name is Eleanor and falling in love with a billionaire, wasn't in my to-do-list. For some reason, people think I won't be able to resist the charms of the Almighty billionaire. Not even my best friend, Chloe, thinks that.

Evidence: she and Martha trying to play matchmaker. But just because they thought they were setting him up with Sparkle, didn’t mean he had to go along. Which he wouldn’t. Sure, he remembered that instant attraction he’d felt for Sparkle. That slam of heat, lust, that let him know he was alive even when he hated to acknowledge it. But he didn’t want another woman in his life. Not even one with hair like sunlight and eyes the color of a summer sky. And he for damn sure didn’t want another child in his life.

I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle. My fingers tremble as I flip to the end. I already know what happens, but I can’t stop myself. Luke Thorne, the immortal hockey star. The one man who ever loved like he meant it. And the heroine fails him. I stare at the final panel, my tears dripping onto the page. “She let him die,” I whisper. My throat closes. “She let him die alone.” I press the book to my chest and sob, rocking back and forth like a child.

And she did all, with the help of the man who had fallen in love with her. I couldn't wait to get home and start reading it, so I opened it up and began. The book somehow... seemed to resonate with me, well, for the most part. My dad was awesome, and I love him, but I get Isabella. She struggles to find the good in things and doubts her every move because she is yet to learn to trust and love herself. The more I read the first pages, the more I forgot everything around me, zoning out and delving into the book.

Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Nina’s POV ***Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you? Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.