Novel & Cerita Crazy Love Story

I understand. "The one you wrote is called Love Story. Why did I say that it's a love story? It's because it didn't have any happy ending. Love Story is a Subgenre of Romance. It's a kind of genre with a different story point and goal to achieve something love is at stake, then it has a cruel ending at the end. Love Story shows the couple's growth and challenges in their life, which complicating with affairs." He explains, and then he sits down while staring at me. I nod at him, and it's my loss.

He uttered. “But, remember that I will not give up. Once I’m done solving my problems, I will pursue you.” My eyes widened at what he told me. I can’t even utter a word. “Goodnight, Fely. I love you.” He said and ended the call. Despite of his confession, I still can’t believe it. It wouldn’t sink in my mind that Drake… love me. I dozed off to sleep past 2 AM and woke up 6 in the morning.

Niyati is crying her heart out as she remembers what she saw. Niyati is twenty-three years old and is madly in love with her boyfriend, Naman for five years. She is an amazing author has written many famous books and immensely loved by the people for her unique writing style and humorous story plots. They both are of the same age and had not dated anyone before. Niyati went to Naman's apartment to surprise him when she caught him kissing another girl. This unexpected betrayal broke her heart

“And I love you. I’ve loved you for longer than you even know. Everything you think about me, all this worry about Bet… that was just a game. Just a distraction. Nothing more. You… you are the one I’ve always wanted.” Caramel’s breath hitched. Eyes incredibly wide. Her heart thudded so fast it hurt. “You—what?” she whispered, voice shaking. “I love you, Caramel,” he said firmly, stepping closer. Bet was just… a play. A test, nothing more. You’re the one who matters. Always have. Always will.” Her hands trembled. She wanted to speak, to deny, to push him away… but her body wouldn’t listen. Her lips parted. Her tears kept falling.

I went through Andrea’s phone, and I could see headlines whose views were growing at the speed of lightning. ‘Billionaire marries his sister’ ‘The face of the Billionaire who is in love with his father’s daughter‘ The Internet was on fire, and of course, everyone had something to say about it. Although the news had somehow leaked to the press, there were no pictures of the exact Billionaire family in question. “Oh my.. they are in love with each other, thst’s stupid.” “I don’t believe this. This is a cooked up story.” “They are both crazy. They had better stop this nonsense they are calling love..”

“They’ve been married for years but she doesn’t even want to have children.” I blinked, surprised by the details. “Really? I... didn’t know all that.” “Yep,” Clara said, tossing a sheet into the basket. “Crazy, right? I mean, if I were her, I’d be building a little army of green-eyed babies by now.” I shook my head and gave her a look. “You’re hopeless.” Clara leaned in, grinning. “Oh, I’m not done,” she said with a mischievous glint. “You saw the other guy, right? The one who came with him?”

"This Marriage Contract (the 'Agreement') is made and entered into as of [Date] by and between Mr. Adrian Cagliari, the first party, and Miss Ashleigh Hartman, the second party..." Her grip tightened on the pen as she listened. Every word felt like another layer of chains locking around her. "You promise to tell me about my birth parents?" she asked one final time, her voice barely above a whisper. Adrian nodded, his expression unreadable. Swallowing hard, she signed her name. Her aunt followed suit, and then Adrian signed, sealing their fates. The lawyer stood. "In the presence of these witnesses, I declare Ashleigh and Adrian Cagliari husband and wife. Congratulations."

“What are you doing? What do you plan on doing to me, huh?” Crystal walked toward me slowly, her heels clicking against the floor. “You have no idea how much I despise you. I mean, you just show up out of nowhere and steal the only man I've loved my entire life.” The veins on her forehead became visible as she spoke in anger. “Face it, Crystal, Edward would've never been with you. It was very obvious you just…” “Shut up! Shut the fuck up! That is why he's going to lose you and your fucking baby because you came between us.”

Each entry held a piece of the story, a glimpse into the forbidden love affair that had haunted our family for generations. The journal chronicled the tale of two souls bound by love, torn apart by circumstances beyond their control. It spoke of their unyielding devotion, their sacrifices, and the insurmountable obstacles they faced in their pursuit of happiness. As the story unfolded, we realized that their love had not only defied societal norms but also ignited the fury of those who sought to keep their union hidden.

“Well, I…that is…” “Okay, since you don’t seem to have your notes at hand, let me tell you what I know,” Sandra began. “Creighton has four siblings. His grandfather was a very successful horse breeder in England. He owns several companies, including the one that supplied the security system for Hoisington’s government offices. You already know he comes from Yorkshire and has a flat in London, what you don’t know is that he is a very kind, loving, caring man whom I have enjoyed spending my time with. He has treated me like royalty and yes, I have broken the cardinal rule and fell in love with him and here’s another little secret for you, Cathy, so listen close. Creighton is my lover and he’s