Romans & histoires Friends Lovers Nothing

"You're calling off our wedding because of a makeup artist's joke?" His blue eyes were full of hurt. "Don't do this. We put everything into this wedding. All our friends and family are here..." I shook off his hand, ignoring the whispers around us. "Liam, you know exactly why I'm doing this. I'm giving you a chance to be with the person you really want." I thought I'd see panic on his face. But he just looked confused and wronged. "Sophia, what are you talking about? Everyone knows I love you more than anything."

Talia cut her off before she could finish her sentence " Don't talk about the fool his not going to help " she said with a frown " Come on Lia Lucky is my boyfriend why do you hate him" " I don't hate him,, I just don't like the nigga is full of himself" she said and start walking fast,, Cristina shook her head and followed her she doesn't understands why her friend hate her boyfriend,, and also that asshole who haven't called her ,,hate her boyfriend like his niece

"And besides, we're not friends; we're lovers who are engaged to be married." "Lovers." I scoff quietly in disbelief as I poke the inner corners of my mouth with my tongue before, throwing the covers off me, standing with my arms folded, "Lovers, you say, but when was the last time we spent quality time together, huh? During the course of the past months, I can count on one hand just how much time we've spent together. You're always busy, and whenever we have the opportunity to see each other, we're almost always quarreling, and honestly, it makes me sick."

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

Ingrid said or more like purred. The words were so nonchalant, like this was all just routine, a normal, accepted part of their lives. The perfect little couple in their small bubble. And I the little mate they sleep with to break curse. A sick feeling settled in my stomach, twisting tighter and tighter until I thought I’d be sick right here in the hallway. This conversation just tells me everything. They weren’t sisters they were his… they were their… I couldn’t even find the words to finish that thought. They were their lovers. LOVERS!

“Doesn’t anyone else think they’re perfect for each other? Just look at their backgrounds—they went to the same schools from elementary to university, their career paths align so well, and even their looks are compatible. Anyone who knows them, speak up!” Once someone started the conversation, it snowballed into a flood of posts. Users began crafting an elaborate love story for Lena and Alaric: two heirs from similar family empires, forced to compete against each other, only to find love after one family’s downfall. The tale was so detailed it almost seemed real. Holding her phone, Lena opened the trending page and marched straight into Alaric’s office. “Is this the ‘not-too-outrageous’ topi

“It doesn't matter, Brian. We were just friends with benefits. And since the deal ended, there is nothing else left between us. Please leave.” “Steph, I know I've been a jerk, I-” “A jerk.” I scoffed. “A jerk you say, you have no idea what I went through. But the thing is, I really don't care anymore Brian, I don't want to hear your excuses. I don't want anything from you. Just please leave.” “Stephanie, I love you.” I forgot to breathe. “I loved you back then,” he continued, “I've loved you all along. I just didn't have the guts to say it then.”

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

Every page after that was filled with their so-called "love story." "April 7th, sunny. Ruth and I argued again over work. I'm so tired. It's only when I'm with Reagan that I feel truly at peace. She's like the sun that is bright enough to drive away all my shadows." "August 15th, rainy. Reagan said she liked that limited-edition bag. I secretly bought it for her. Seeing her surprise and joy made everything worth it. Ruth never smiles over little things like that. She's so dull."