Dystopian Love Story Novels & Stories

Zoey was nonplussed, but she nodded and said okay. She always wished that they could talk peacefully and compromise with each other so that they could spare one another the torment. They could no longer afford to fool around with love. She didn't care about him anymore; he did not have to make things hard for himself because of her ever again. Zoey turned around, and just as she was about to enter her room, she thought she heard him whisper goodnight. Maybe she was mistaken. The large bed in the bedroom had borne witness to the countless times they had made love. Humans were so strange, or perhaps men were the strange ones. There was no love, but they could still have sex.

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

Wondering how those two will bump into each other? Well, you’re more than welcome to join them on their journey… from hate to love. Thank you for reading, for believing, and for staying with me until the very end. Until we meet again in “To Love My Enemy Husband”. With all my love and gratitude, Diti Koshy P.S. Feel free to check out my other works—especially Impregnated by the Billionaire (complete) and Madam Billionaire (complete), whose sequel is also coming soon. Thank you for your time, guys. Love you loads.

Mckayla and Mandy cackled loudly and Mandy stroked her hair. I glanced under my lashes to notice if Jake was looking at me. "Oh no! He's silent, he's probably so disappointed. Trina Parker, you are never gonna be Jake's girlfriend. I'm a zombie." I said loudly in my mind, and my heart sank. Jake stretched his hand to me and I was quite confused, I lifted up my head and looked at him and he smiled at me, "give me your hand let me get you up." "What!!" I muttered feeling surprised that he'd still want to talk to this zombie. I mean, isn't he seeing the many ugly spot on my face? Or, am I hearing things. I thought.

That was the day, he proved that he truly loved Rafaella, but his way of getting her was not perfect and you know, even though we humans are not perfect, we wish for perfection and the same was asked by Rafaella. That is how Adonis’ love also became toxic. She looked down at the bag, realizing the blue diary in it. It held a lot of secrets and they needed to be kept buried. She knew where she had to keep it safe. Hades did not mention much about Nathaniel but he wrote that he knew Nathaniel had a crush on her, which turned into obsession. He did not write further but he realized that Nathaniel also loved Alessandra when he closed his eyes, accepting her decision which was clear by her attack

We lied there, together, and when he discarded the condom in the wastepaper basket and pulled me against him under the sheets, I knew it was game over - but not in the way I thought. It was supposed to be over. We were supposed to be over. But when his every touch told me I was beautiful, every look told me I was sexy, and every smile told me I was all he wanted, what was really over was my part in the game. What was just beginning, was the very thing I set out to avoid. And because of that crazy little thing called love, I didn't even care. ********* ********* ********* “Hash House A Go Go,” Jack suggested, glancing at the screen on his cell. “Their food looks really good.”

Mia scurried away as Sofia inched closer to him. “I want to know what it’s truly about” He whispered. “It’s about us. It’s about the story of us” Sofia whispered and her eyes dropped to the stand right behind him, across the lasciviously beautiful book cover and the name across it—A Deal With Mr Baron. Truly, this book was about their story. About two people so different that they could swear they weren’t for each other but fate has a real funny way of laughing in our faces. Even after so long, even after so much had changed.

This story has been a labor of love, filled with passion, intrigue, and the relentless pursuit of happiness amidst the chaos of power and legacy. Dante’s evolution from a ruthless mafia lord to a devoted husband and father is a testament to the power of love, redemption, and unwavering commitment. Izzy’s strength, resilience, and unwavering belief in their bond show that even in the darkest of times, love can light the way and heal the deepest scars.

Her apartment had an open-concept design, so the living room and kitchen flowed seamlessly into her back balcony. “No…” Nikki sighed as she sat up. “…I don’t want to keep you.” She said as she stood up. Thorn frowned as she went to walk past him to the kitchen. His possessiveness was getting the better of him as he suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Uh?” Nikki looked at him like a deer in the headlights. She looked up at him with wide, gray eyes. “Oh, um.” He loosened his hold on her. “Apologies. I thought you were about to fall.” He lied.

Adrian Michael’s mind was a fortress of high-stakes business deals, the roar of custom engines, and the blurred neon of late-night galas. There was no room in that fortress for a marriage deadline. My eyes drifted to the mahogany bedside table. Tucked beneath a book lay a thin stack of papers, their edges crisp and unforgiving. Divorce papers. Already signed. Already waiting to be served like a final meal. Seven years ago, Adrian had stood at the altar and bound his life to mine for a reason that had absolutely nothing to do with love. At twenty-one, I had been naive enough to tell myself I understood the arrangement. I told myself I could endure the coldness if it meant fulfilling Victor Mi