Cerita Cinta Malam Novels & Stories

When I first arrived in Perinia, I was so heartbroken and jet-lagged that I couldn't sleep a wink at night. When I did fall asleep, I would dream of the first time I had met Jonathan. My family hadn't gone broke at the time, and I was studying abroad. I spent my days aimlessly having fun. I had no plans for the future. I would lounge by Sidras River and watch the sunset. After that, I would stroll through Roselle Street, but I always felt lonely, like I was missing something.

The Provençal sun might have set, but their love story was just beginning to shine. As the crickets sang outside the window, and the moon cast a silver glow on their intertwined bodies, Vincent whispered, "Je t'aime, Abigail." I love you. The words hung in the air, a testament to a love story that transcended time itself. And so they slept, dreaming of lavender fields, shared kisses under the olive tree, and endless days under the Provençal sun. Their love, like the lavender fields, was in full bloom, painting their world in shades of purple and gold.

He leans with his hand on the wall. "Yes she is, I think you have been caught in her beauty and charms." Chad gave him the you-are-in-love gaze. "I am not caught on any of that, she is just pretty and you should just cut the crab!" Jeffery picked up his bag and left the restroom. Chad and D'mally chuckled as they watch him leave. "Cut the crab!" D'mally mimics his tune and turns to Chad. "I see it in his eyes already, he has fallen in love." They both smile and turn to get dressed before their next class.

“And he’s agreed.” Zoey still had a cold expression on her face. She seemed unfazed. Tristan hid his annoyance behind a calm facade, but the words he spoke were like a dagger to her heart. “If you’ve got the time, I don’t mind telling you about Laurence and Sarah’s love story. In short, they were destined to be together ever since the day they were born.” After a few seconds of pause, his grip on her wrist tightened, bringing her pain.

The night in Manali was serene, the cold mountain air whispering softly against the windows of the luxurious honeymoon suite. Inside, the warmth of love and passion filled the room as Rajeev and Gowthami made love, their connection deepening with every tender touch and whispered word. Exhaustion finally overtook them in the early hours, and they fell asleep in each other’s arms, their bodies entwined in a peaceful slumber. The room was silent, save for the gentle sounds of their breathing and the distant hum of the night. The soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains cast a delicate silver light over their resting forms.

It was like Sira felt that she was having dinner with the person she loved. “You embarrass me, Damian.” Sira lowered her face, knowing that her face was now flushed from Damian's romantic side to her. Damian smiled, his heart warming. He had succeeded in making Sira's heart move towards him. The beautiful poem began to recite its verses. Very supportive of couples who are having dinner and making love “Tonight, we sit together, Under a star-studded sky, Candlelight illuminates the table, Shining on a love that never fades. You and I, in sweet silence, Speak silently, wordlessly, Only hearts understand each other, In gaze full of love.

I finally spoke. "So, it's the chance to prove it. You told that she was betrayed by someone she loved and also some really shocking event took place. So, what I feel from my experience is that if the second condition occurs, that is if she becomes emotionless, then all you can do is.. Love her" she said. "L-love her?" I asked not understanding. "Well you see that only true love can bring her emotions back. If your love is touching enough, she'll feel it. That's how it can be cured. There's no medicine for it" she said.

"so tell me who you met" "I met her"said ben. "Met who?". asked emma. "Your sworn enemy lover". "Oh.now I get it.that's why you were confident". said emma as she figured out who the male met."so you met my dear friend mirabell".it wasn't a question. "Yea but she didn't seem to recognize me". said ben."you are surprised right?".Ben looked so hopeful that emma didn't want to break his heart. "Fine.you get $50". said emma rolling her eyes.

I say, peeking at her again. “A ballad,” she replies, at last. I laugh. “A ballad?” “What?” she grins. “You think I’m incapable to write one?” “What is it about?” “Two young lovers,” she says, twirling the quill like it’s a wand. “They’re travelling. The girl was just freed from her mother’s clutches. Free to indulge in all her mind’s little wishes.” Mala flushes a bright pink. I laugh again. “Don’t tease,” I warn.

jab tere labon ne phli bar mere galo ko chuma tha. My eyes didn't leave his eyes. I felt tears in a back of my eyes. I still remember the full moon night in my room's balcony where we confessed our love to eachother. Teri mohabbat mai had se guzar ker, Tujhe tuet ker chahne lagi hu.. Teri mohabbat mai had se guzar ker, tujhe tuet ker chahne lagi hu.. k ab log khte hai, mai meera si diwani hone lagi hu.