Fictional Love Novels & Stories

He was afraid a fight would break out, so he sent me, his wife, away. It seemed I had given myself to the wrong person all these years. I barely slept that night. My dreams were filled with Wayne and Jessy. I dreamed of our first meeting. Jessy had hidden behind Wayne, acting all sweet and shy. She called herself his sister. I greeted her politely. That very night, she claimed to lose a pearl necklace Wayne had given her—worth 200 thousand dollars. It was eventually found in my purse. I panicked and tried to explain myself, but Wayne merely shielded Jessy and looked at me coldly.

“Let them see. Let them watch how I love you. How I claim what’s mine.” She moaned, and her legs wrapped around me. And then I was inside her. We made love like animals under the moonlight—raw, aching, passionate. I kissed every inch of her, told her I loved her with every thrust, every moan, every breath. “Mine,” I whispered. “You’re mine, Lisa.” “Yes,” she cried out. “I’m yours, Vincent. I love you!” Those words made my soul explode. “I love you too,” I gasped, pounding into her harder. “So much… too much…”

"Was any of it real? Any time together, any affection, anything relating to the woman I thought I was engaged to?" Selene pondered the question clinically, the same way she had responded to all my questions so far. “I did love you, very much,” she said at last. “Disturbed, controlling, ultimately damaging, but real. Every body else—the sweet Luna, the devoted fiance, the woman who had wanted for the best for you and dreamt with you—all of that was the fabrication." “Then I didn’t know you at all.” "No," she agreed. “But you love the fiction that I made, and that’s good enough for me. It would have been all right for ever, if only that little maid had died when she ought to have done.”

The three people were like mosquitoes that were roaming everywhere, even a couple who were making love didn't realize that there were actually other people watching them. Yes, that's the fate of people who don't have a partner, they can only stay silent and want to bite their fingers but it's impossible to do it right away. "Indeed their love story is really extraordinary!" Lucas exclaimed, clapping his hands lightly. "It's like I'm watching a drama," Violet said, adding spice. "I think we are now mosquitoes for them," said Alfred, with his hands on his hips. “If I were a film director or a book writer, I would have made a title for their love story, "Fight For Love". What do you think?" Luc

"Maybe she was in a bad mood.'' he muttered to himself. He decided not to bother himself with her again but deep down he knew he had fallen in love for the first time in his entire life and he would do anything to get her. When he got back to class, he saw her reading, she looked up and their eyes met. He quickly averted his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. He walked over to his seat, Charlie saw him coming and grinned. "What's up man, how did it go?" He asked. Blake forced a smile and said; "How did you think it went? You know I always get the girls, it was really easy, looks like she already liked me.'' he lied.

After feeding her children and husband, she started to get ready to go out, Israel asked her: -What's up, are you going out? -I forgot to tell you that I'm meeting the girls, so I won't be long, it looks like we'll just have a coffee. -Yes, of course, I'll stay with the kids. So Estela, without any remorse, went out for her first extramarital affair, betraying Israel, her husband and Paty, her friend, she and Daniel the same, but they didn't care, that's how they became lovers, without anyone suspecting anything.

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied Well, that was what she wanted, wasn't it? I had to play by the rules of her games for a while.

The article, dripping with sensationalism, read like a page torn from a gossip magazine: “The picturesque town of Maple Falls, renowned for its quaint charm and tight-knit community, has been the stage for a romance that's more fiction than fairy tale. Liam Harrington, the dashing tech mogul, and Emma Reynolds, a vivacious event planner from the Big Apple, have captivated locals and outsiders alike with their seemingly perfect love story. But as it turns out, this love was nothing more than a carefully orchestrated sham.” It went on like this.

That's why she could forget Owen so quickly, basically she never really loved him. Sometimes loving someone, not necessarily because you see that person like this and then fall in love, but simply imagine that person in the way you like and then fall in love in paranoia. The more you imagine, the more you love, and the more you love, the more you imagine. From there, he fell into a stupid spiral of his own making. Fortunately, Brawen escaped in the end. 100 years have passed, old stories are folded, sometimes someone mentions it with only a little sense of nostalgia. Love of Juventus, forget it or not, I don't even know.

He turned his phone toward the table, displaying the document for everyone to see. “There,” he said. “Proof this entire thing is fake.” “I already knew about this contract,” Arnold said, and the room fell into stunned silence. “I’ve known for two days.” Matt’s confident smile faltered. “You knew?” “I knew this marriage didn’t start with love,” Arnold said, his voice carrying clearly despite its weakness. “But I also know what I’ve watched grow between these two people over the last three days. Real love doesn’t always start with romance, Matt. Sometimes it starts with two broken people finding something honest in each other.”