Famous Love Story Novels & Stories

"Why not, Your Majesty?" He rubbed his neck. "I used to know a woman. She looked like you and had your strong spirit. Our fate ended badly. I am afraid the same thing is being repeated. Things won't end well between you and me, Angelica." He looked remorseful. Who was the woman and how did it end badly? He was being secretive and not telling her the whole story. Angelica tried not to push for more and looked desperate. He had just indirectly denied making her his wife.

Even though I wasn't interested in Clyde, I still listened to Ana's story. "He's loyal because imagine, his childhood sweetheart got married and everything, but still he loves her dearly? His girl was so lucky, indeed! I hope it's me. I'm jealous of that mysterious girl that he loves." Full of jealousy, Ana said. I just raised my eyebrows while still listening to her. "Clyde grew up in America and then he was surprised because when he came back home the woman he loved was already married to his uncle. Isn't it sad?" She was convincing me. It was as if Ana was going to cry while telling Clyde's biography.

The statue was said to be ahead of its time in 1787 by it sensual and romantic kiss shared between the lovers. It was based off a forbidden love story where Cupid and Psyche disobeyed their parents, suffered greatly because of their love, including trials and beatings, but somehow overcame it all and live happily fucking after. Talk about a meddling mother-in-law and shit. Not that what Amber and Leo had could compare to all the trials and tribulations of Psyche and Cupid, but it was hard not to see the comparisons in their own life stories. It was also nice to see they got the happy ending they deserved.

Bella sighed and snuggled close in her husband's embrace, "I love you too, now and always" And their love story was one that people always used as a perfect love story. Fate separated them but destiny brought them back together. They were married at first sight but their hearts became intertwined forever. If you like my story, give it a thumbs up, and don't forget to always leave your reviews and follow me. Love you all. THE END

“Porsche naman. Hindi na mabiro. Balik na nga lang ako sa pagiging Pambansang Bestfriend ulit. Pa-kiss nga ako.” Life is hard and scary so you need someone by your side, whether that someone is your friend, family, partner or all of them. So is love, kaya ang love ay hindi puwede sa mga taong duwag dahil ang takot ay ginagawa nilang excuse pero ang totoo ay tamad silang mag-effort mag-take ng risk, at ipakita ang sincerity nila para sa kanilang minamahal. -OH MY END!- Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

Love. It was feisty word, and it was more feisty as a feeling than as a word. During my recovery in the hospital after Hakim had almost sent me to my early grave, I came across the story of Hadrian and Antinous. The love story of these folks who existed during the 2nd century in the Roman empire was something that I fell heavily in love with.

Emilia felt like she was melting into Marco's arms, her love for him growing with every passing moment. "I love you, Marco," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Marco's arms tightened around her. "I love you too, Emilia," he replied, his voice filled with emotion. As they drifted off to sleep, Emilia knew that she had found her soulmate in Marco. She was exactly where she was meant to be, and she knew that she would never let him go. Just as Marco and Emilia were drifting off to sleep, there was a knock at the door. Marco groggily opened his eyes and yelled, "Go away! I'm busy!"

Hearing her lover's story immediately made her sadness disappear, she even asked Raymond to tell her one by one the love stories he had read. "You can read it yourself, I'll bring the book tomorrow." Lazy to tell the story, Raymond asked Ara to read it herself. "Ah, no fun." Annoyed. Seeing Ara lying down made Raymond annoyed so he had no choice but to tell his lover all the love stories he had read. "Okay, okay, don't sleep yet," Ara got up then sat up and rested her head on the headboard. In China, the famous love story is Sampek Engtay, a love story that ends in death, just like Romeo and Juliet and Laila and Majnun.

That she would fight. But she hadn’t. And now, she had done it again. The soft chime of the café door closing behind her felt like a gunshot, shattering the last illusion I had clung to. She still loved me. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when she looked at me, in the way her fingers had trembled when she touched me. But love wasn’t enough. Not in her world. Not when the man she was bound to was Damien Laurent.

‎“That you’re back with Edward! I’m finding out from the news this morning!” ‎Sleep evaporated instantly. ‎“What do you mean we’re together—and it’s on the news?” ‎Her heart began to pound again as she opened her phone browser. ‎The headline glared at her. ‎“Edward’s Lost Love Returns.” ‎There was a photo. ‎Edward. ‎And her. ‎No. ‎Not her. ‎Someone identical to her. ‎Her fingers trembled as she scrolled. The article described a miraculous survival story—memory loss, overseas recovery, dramatic reunion.