Crazy In Love Book Novels & Stories

Whatever - she thought and after sometime she was in deep slumber and her last thought was about AHAD, HER HUSBAND, HER LOVE. The last thought before her sleep was how to confess to ahad...... "I LOVE YOU" ————————————— I hope you guys liked the chapter. Signing off...... ~Zaveria akhtar

My half-asleep brain was still trying to figure out what she meant when I felt a slight pressure of soft lips on my head and a wet drop fell on my cheek. Kiara whispered in my ear, "I love you." The End For Now If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

The book was opened and he faintly saw the word ‘man’ at the top so he moved closer to it… He realized it was her diary… And on that page was what she had written about her dream guy… He blinked as he read through… Realizing he was the total opposite of what was written here made his chest tighten… She had just wanted an ordinary man…someone she could build her life with…someone who could help her actualize her dreams… He recalled the only thing he wanted her to do was be his wife… She also wanted someone she could have children with… He had never thought about having children before… He didn’t think he ever wanted them… Sighing,he dropped the book… He had to stop acting on his feelings…he h

How could we stop loving each other after everything we had gone through? “Love is madness.” I told him now, in that same frail voice. “I read it in a romance novel once, when I was twelve. It said that it drives us lit more insane every single day until it consumes us alive.” My lips tilted up when I remembered how badly my mother had reacted to me reading that book. “My mother burned it in the fire place, that book. I don’t even remember what it was called, but I do remember what my mother told me after. ‘Love doesn’t end with happily ever after’s. Each day is a new challenge, a new trial sent to us by god. Those who think that two people coming together at the end of a book is the end of

He didn’t ask me why he didn’t question me he just let me deal how I wanted. We walked into my room I grabbed my dress, this beautiful dress I spent 3 grand on for this amazing wedding I was going to have. Finn asked me if I wanted him to help carry it. I told him no, you get the drinks I have this. We got to his car I gave him an address and off we went for one of my crazy adventures. I told him what we do and what happens tonight stays with us. He nodded and said noted partner. We parked and he then said okay now what? I told him we drink, I had his favorite drink and mine Jager and red bull. We spent an hour in silence not talking and just drinking. I looked over at Finn and grabbed his h

“ I heard the news , I went to your house you weren’t there. Please Apples, tell me it’s all a joke. I went to your finally home, your father confirmed it. I wouldn’t believe it until I hear it from you “ He was still hopeful. Lilian crumbled to the floor sobbing as she remembered how they met. She was at a grocery store going through the fruits and vegetables isle when they bumped into each other. She was there to pick some apples and so the nickname stuck. He invited her for coffee and ever since then , they had been an item. “It felt like love at first sight” Lilian would tell anyone who was willing to listen. As she sobbed on the floor , she played another voicemail “ I saw the videos… I

Alora’s POV I woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed, the remnants of a vivid dream clinging to my mind. I stretched my arms above my head, feeling a rare sense of happiness wash over me. The book I read yesterday had seeped into my dreams, transporting me to a world where love was pure, uncomplicated, and all-consuming. The story was a whirlwind of emotions, a classic enemies-to-lovers romance that started with sharp, witty banter between the protagonists and slowly unfolded into a deep, passionate connection.

I groaned, slammed the pen down, and leaned my forehead against the counter. Dorsey tilted her head, watching patiently, as if silently judging the level of ridiculousness in my life. “I mean, who even does this?” I whispered. “I’m supposed to be rational. Level-headed. And now I’m… writing a book about my husband while also trying not to combust from hormones and confusion. AND I THINK I MIGHT LOVE HIM! Or hate him! Or… something!” I grabbed the pen again, furious at its inability to adequately capture my chaos. Words flowed in wild bursts:

"Celia has an uncanny knack for knowing what makes people tick. She sure had me pegged." "What's that?" Sheri asked. "Sex," Charles replied. "Oh! Well, then she's got me, too," Sheri laughed. "Take Criana and Trevon," Charles said. "When they started this, they were like the other couples, seething with anger beneath the surface, struggling to act like they loved it, that it was their idea, per Celia's instructions. Now, as you saw, they love their appointment here each week. I happen to know that they've taken in a border, some guy that is their shared, in-house fuck toy."

I clicked on the book immediately. The title of the book loaded slowly, like it wanted to build suspense, and when it finally appeared, I let out a quiet breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “The One I Was Never Meant to Love.” That was the title of the book and it felt almost disbelieving to me that I had to laugh. I didn't know that it was going to be something like this because it was kind of weird to me. Probably things like this had become the author's new style, messy love and complicated feelings.