Cinta Yang Tertukar Novels & Stories

She sobbed and thought, “If you are not in a relationship with someone else, I would be the luckiest girl in the world to have you. Our this night would be very special, I can die to make you smile, Harsh.” “If you married me with your will, I would be the luckiest man in the world. No one dares to stalk on me. You are the one, who has stamped my heart. My heart beats for you from the day I saw you. I was never attracted to any girl, even I don’t like the one night stands. If the things are not so complicated, our first night would be on my cruise. I love you, but I hate you too. I will never let you go. If you are not mine, than I can’t let you be anyone else’s,” Harsh’s eyes filled with ha

“Because it wasn’t relevant.” “Not relevant?” I repeated, my voice rising. “You’re telling me that your *betrothed*—the woman you were supposed to marry—isn’t relevant?” “She’s my past,” Ethan said flatly. “You’re my present. That’s all that matters.” I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes. “Except she doesn’t seem to think she’s in the past. What kind of relationship do you even have with her?” Ethan’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It’s complicated.”

they replied. Left alone, Cecilia gazed at the wilted flowers in her hand, a symbol of her failed attempt at reconciliation. She thought, 'I'm sorry. I should have recognized you sooner. Your actions, your words, they reminded me of when you were lost as a child. If I'd investigated your identity earlier, none of this would have happened.'

It was a moment that left me breathless, and I’ve been spiraling ever since. I had been fooling myself, thinking there was a spark between us. I convinced myself that the moments we shared were meaningful and that he felt the same way. I sought solace in those fleeting interactions, believing there was something special. But that news—seeing him stand by that woman, squeezing her hand as if to comfort her—shattered my illusions. Now, every image of him with her plays on repeat in my mind, taunting me.

Make them both fall on the floor with each other. Somehow time seemed to stop spinning. The two people who hated each other looked at each other with unblinking eyes. The distance between them was so clos e, Xavier could feel the warmth of Bianca's breath against his cheek. ** Sinokmput

"I don't hate you. To hate you, I would have to remember the specific sound of your heart when you turned your back on the river. And that file has been deleted." I leaned in, my breath ghosting against his lips, but there was no hunger in it. Only the clinical distance of a statue. "We are not mates," I murmured. "We are not enemies. We are simply two strangers walking through the snow toward a destination that has nothing to do with love." "Move your hand," I added. "Or I will treat this as a security breach." Kael’s hand dropped. It didn't just fall; it collapsed. He slumped back against the stone, his eyes vacant, his spirit finally, completely hollowing out. I hadn't just rejected him;

The loss of his touch shouldn't hurt, but it does. "What is he talking about?" Henry turns to me, and the confusion in his eyes makes my chest ache. "Hattie?" "Her name is Jayde," Declan spits out. "She's nothing but a gold-digging - " "Enough!" Henry's voice cuts through the restaurant like a whip. Several diners turn to stare. I want to run. Everything in me screams to flee, but my feet won't move. The truth is finally here, and it's ugly.

When she heard that he had been involved in an accident and she had seen him unconscious, she had felt that her heart had been torn into a thousand-piece, she couldn't help but stay by his side never wanting to leave his side until he woke up, she had felt more than happy when she finally saw him open his eyes. Earlier when he had thanked her for what she had done for him, although she felt happy that his voice wasn't cold and indifferent, she could not help but want that side of his, his indifference and coldness "had she fallen in love with that side of him?" She could not help but ask herself, she felt that she preferred his other side "was she mad?" She asked herself again, "how could sh

Pointing at Jasper's nose, she spat, "Have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror lately, Jasper? You're nothing but a lowly waiter now! How dare you talk to me like that? "I've been more than generous with you! What can you possibly offer me now? You're nothing but a filthy rat hiding in the shadows!" There was no way Jasper would win against Coco's sharp tongue. He was defeated in no time. He pointed a trembling finger at her, and his chest heaved with rage, but he couldn't get a single word out. As a crowd began to gather, Coco threw herself into Gary's arms, expertly playing the helpless victim. "Darling, he hit me!"