Fictional Love Novels & Stories

I begin explaining, “he said that love can be written on crumpled stationery, written on sticky notes wedged between the pages of a book or stuck on a fridge door, or baked into the edges of a chiffon cake. The point is that love takes different forms but the common thing about is that people like talking about it. Kind of like how we always end up interacting with it in some way, and we are all obsessed with it on some sort of level.” “Yeah, see that’s weird.” “Well, an example of this is how obsessed you are with me still not getting over Matthew.” “Oh so you do admit that you’re not over him?” He asks expectantly, as if he caught me admitting a lie. “Shut up, you know what I mean. And the

“ they’ve been married for 30 years, till today they are still so inlove “ Tom whispered, that’s amazing, that’s the kind of love I want, I turned to look at Tom on my side he was looking at me too, with assurance and encouragement in his eyes, I smiled, we don’t need to say the words but we both know what we have in our minds. .” Oh my Sir and madam we didn’t see you there" Maria exclaimed with a blush on her face, I had the urge to laugh but I didn’t want the poor women’s face to turn redder than it already is, Antony’a eyes were on his wife they had a hint if laughter, such a sweet man. Tom introduced me to the couple they were friendly and easy to get along with, we had breakfast togethe

I remember how my heart shattered to pieces the day I found out he left. Heli kept us running, running away from the memories. Running away from the night he took my virginity, running away from the night he professed his undying love. We were running away from those beautiful blue brown eyes and long dark hair. From those hands that knew just how to touch us, to the lips that tasted of honey. We ran for a while. The full moon behind us powered us until we reached a cliff. Heli let out a long loud howl letting me pour all my feelings out.

"I assumed we'd shred it." "I don't think we should." He studied her, curious rather than resistant. "Why not." "Because it's not a lie anymore, exactly. It's just the truth, before it became this particular version of itself." She searched for the right words, feeling her way through something she hadn't fully articulated even to herself until this moment. "We didn't fall in love the normal way, Kaelen. We fell in love inside a fake marriage, under enormous pressure, surrounded by people trying to destroy us. That's not a shameful footnote. That's actually how we found each other. I don't want to pretend it started somewhere cleaner than it did."

"I said no, so no!" "Ah you, I've recovered," Dita said, pursing her lips. "Okay, but if your leg hurts tomorrow, let me know." "Yes, thank you." said Dita happily, unconsciously running and hugging Radya's body. She could hear Radya's heart beating fast as she hugged him. "What's wrong with your heart?" Dita teased. "You're far away," Radya quickly pushed Dita's body gently so that she no longer hugged him. For some reason, being in contact with Dita made his heart race faster, plus his blood rushed. Is that what is called LOVE? ***

“Livia Glover — you know, the Livia Glover. The actress from Midnight in Venice. They say they’ve been together since university. She’s filming in Prague, but the wedding’s next spring at Lake Como.” The other girl pressed a hand to her heart. “A real love story. In a world full of business deals.” I almost smiled — not because it was sweet, but because it was absurd. They didn’t know him. They’d never spoken to him, never seen him do more than walk down a hallway. But already, they’d written a fairy tale. They’d crowned him a prince. They’d filled in every blank with longing. They weren’t interested in truth — just in the fantasy of it.

“You think you can ruin my life and then sit here and talk about want, like it will erase everything you’ve done? You tried to kill me. You poisoned your friend’s food.” Luca leaned forward, his gaze never leaving hers. “Ruin your life?” he echoed, his tone soft, almost incredulous. “Kiara, everything I’ve done—every single thing—was for us. For you. Because I love you.” Her laugh was bitter and sharp. “Love? You don’t even know what that word means. Manipulation, lies, poison—that’s what you call love?”

Emma gazed at the sparkling diamond ring on her finger, feeling its heavy presence. The ring symbolized a commitment, but not one born of love or choice. Instead, it represented a binding agreement, a contract that tied her to a stranger. She had always envisioned her dream wedding, with a loving partner, laughter, and joyful tears. But this reality was far from her fantasy. The man she was engaged to was practically a stranger, someone she hadn't fallen for, hadn't shared memories with, or built any connection with.

“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 stories in literature usually narrate how two characters meet in a certain place for the first time which would lead to multiple encounters since destiny is real in the fictional universe. The romance either starts from the famous term “love at first sight” or from the multiple encounters that the characters have. A story will never be a story without a conflict as the romantic relationship between the characters would not be happy all the way from the beginning until the end—but that does not mean they would always end up in a tragic situation. Love stories in a fictional universe mostly end up with a happy ending because destiny exists and will always be by the side of the two charact