Don't Be In Love Novels & Stories

Too much time. My mind wouldn’t shut up. Lila’s voice kept playing on repeat. “I am in love with you.” “I don’t know how or when it happened, but I am in love with you.” What the fuck is wrong with her? I sighed heavily and ran my hand through my hair. My fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter. I stared straight ahead at the empty road, headlights cutting through the dark. The words didn’t make sense. They couldn’t. She was young. Confused. Caught up in the heat of everything we’d done. It was lust. It was the rush of something forbidden. It wasn’t love. It couldn’t be love.

But right now, his slow steps toward me felt like a scene out of a movie. So many thoughts raced through my head. Was he going to hug me? Maybe he’d kiss me and declare me his Luna in front of everyone. Maybe this was the moment I had never dreamt before. But no. "You can never be my mate! You can never get my love!" Victor roared. His eyes were full of hatred— but his hands told a different story. They wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me close. Too close. His grip was firm, almost desperate.

he said more fiercely. I smiled, but a sigh slipped from my lips. Charles and I had truly been in love. We were so in love that I could give everything up for him. However, everything changed in just a few years. He grew used to my devotion and grew used to ignoring my pain just as easily. The man who once said he loved me existed only in my memories. I accepted Eric’s offer to work in Zureland and would start next month in the marketing department. Before my new job began, I started his hellish “art boot camp.”

“I don't know, it's unexplainable. It happened slowly, when I realized I was in love with him, it was too deep to pull away then. There was no going back.” “You love me, not him.” I exhale loudly and search for the words, they're not forthcoming. “I thought I did. I thought that what we had, I thought it was love. Until I knew better, what we have is like a watered down version of infatuation.” He recoils as if he's been stabbed by my words. His breath quickens and he turns away from me “We need to see a therapist…” “What?” “Sherlock Holmes syndrome. We should talk to someone.”

This wasn't over. Not by a long shot. ***********************************

Slap! Martha slapped Samuel in the face. “Don’t you know what day it is?! How could you run away from your own wedding?! You’ve embarrassed both of our families!” Bethany Jones, Yelena’s mother, had a dark expression. “Samuel, if you don’t want to marry my daughter, just say it. Why humiliate us at this moment? Are you trying to turn my daughter into a laughing stock?!” Samuel clenched his fists and pursed his lips. He did not say a thing.

It hit James like a punch to the chest. His whole body trembled as he scrambled to his feet, clutching at Peter’s pant leg. “No, no! I don’t want a divorce!” he repeated frantically, as if by sheer insistence he could undo what had just been said. He could not imagine his life without Remi. Elias kicked him aside with a mocking sneer. “You don’t want a divorce? Do you expect my sister to raise another woman’s child?”

“And I promise you, you will be well taken care of.” Just like that, without the romantic declaration of love, without the passionate feelings that couples in romance usually have. Renee never imagined that she would be proposed in such a manner.

I stepped on his foot before opening the door and scowled at him. ‘What do you want?” “That is not a nice way to welcome me, Love.” He pushed past me with his hard body, his scent dancing its way up my nostrils. He smelt good, honestly and it was toying with my senses. But I won’t tell him that. I kept my distance when he made himself at home on my couch. “I’m not your Love. And you should get the heck out of my building before I report you to the police, Ace.”