He Doesn't Love Her Novels & Stories

“Because he said that he loves me. But I know he doesn't. He loves the idea of me loving him.” “Oh, well…do you still love him?” He asked.

He scoffed, and I saw a sparkle of tears glisten his bottom lid before disappearing as he sniffled. “This...” he pointed between the two of us, “...this will never work. As long as Veronica is in the picture, you can never truly be mine. You haven’t even said you love me! How am I to believe that after the wedding you won’t leave me out to dry?” Was this about I love you’s? “All these because I haven’t told you that I love you? Doesn’t my action speak louder?” “You’re still missing the bigger picture!” He yelled.

Far more accurate. Damon laughed quietly. Against his better judgment. Against all logic. Isabella smiled. Because she knew she was right. Then her expression softened. "He loves you." The statement settled between them. Simple. Direct. Impossible to avoid. Damon didn't answer. Couldn't answer. Because part of him already knew. The problem was never whether Luca loved him. The problem was everything else. The lies. The secrets. The blood. The history. The pain. Love existed. It always had.

She asked. "No, I don't get it," he shook his head negatively. "And I don't get it because you are not in love but obsessed!" He spat her face and his phone rang again. "I am not..." Pedro raised his hand for her not to utter a word and she obeyed. "I don't want to have this discussion with you again," he stated and left the room. "Dad doesn't understand what true love is, but I will make him. He will understand when my love comes back to me," she smiled sadly and strolled back to her bed.

on him, he couldn't take it and wanted to kill her and her baby. But the reason he didn't was because 'He loves her a lot' and he didn't want to do anything to 'hurt' her. She just wants to laugh out loudly sometimes when he claims to love her. But she wished she was that brave! With these thoughts running in her mind, she didn't realise when she had fallen asleep with her daughter close to her heart. _______

“I'm sorry, I'm not really good at these things” I threw my head back and laughed. I like to see him panic. He is different from how the media paints him. “You like to see me panic, don't you?” he said, pouting his lips. I look at him, really look at him and wonder how my life would look without him. I searched my mind, but I couldn't imagine a single image without him in the picture. God, I love this man. I lean closer and kiss his lips. “I love you too Will”

“I know I was wrong. I truly regret everything I’ve done. But Hazel, we’ve been married for seven years. I don’t want to give up. I promise I’ll never hurt you again. Please give me one more chance.” Charles’s voice trembled with each word as his confession spilled out between choked sobs. The young nurse standing beside him seemed genuinely moved. She looked at me with teary eyes and silently urged me to respond kindly to him. However, I did not. I watched him with quiet detachment because my love for him was dead.

He cupped her face with both hands, looking into her eyes. "I’ve never had a serious relationship, and yeah, I sleep with any girl who’s willing. I don’t know what it feels like to be in love, but I’m not ruling out the possibility of finding someone who can win me over. I don’t think falling in love and settling down is a bad thing—I’ve got a great example with my parents. They got married and built a family, and it’s obvious they still love each other and are happy together. But me? I just don’t see myself there, not yet. I’m not ready." "I understand," Jimena said sadly because she truly wanted something beautiful and serious with him.

"Stop thinking about that, love. You are not the reason for this. Dinma and I might have dated longer than the others and I, but it's not because I love her. I didn't have it in me to break up with her because I know how emotional she typically gets." Oh. He hadn't stayed with her for long because he had loved her. "Don't you love her?" "No, I don't. I don't love her." "You don't love her?" I placed my hand under my jaw. "If you don't love her, does that mean you don't love anyone?" "I do." "What?" I arched a brow at him. "I have someone that I love." Brother turned his face to the side and pretended as if something was interesting that he was looking at.

They were having sex. “Does that seem like Xander? All these while you've known him, do you really think he would hurt you like that?” She asks again. “Alexa, that man loves you.” I shake my head, my heart stinging. “He doesn't,” I debunk. He never told me he loves me.