He Doesn't Love Her Novels & Stories

“No, June. I’m not in love with her.” I frown at him. “Why not?” He bursts into a grin and then laughs, soft. “Are you mad at me now for not being in love with her?” “No,” I murmur, frowning deeper and looking down. “I just…don’t get it. Ariel’s perfect. Why wouldn’t you be in love with her? Is it…is it just because you knew you didn’t have a shot with all her mates running around?” “Oh, whatever, June, I could have had a shot if I wanted one,” he murmurs, laughing softly.

“I don’t even know where to start.” “Try,” Lucas urged, leaning slightly forward. “I’m listening.” Carmela hesitated before speaking, her voice quieter now. “I love him, Lucas.” Lucas’s hand stiffened slightly around his cup, but his expression remained unreadable. “Damion?” She nodded, her throat tightening. “I love him, but…” She swallowed hard. “He doesn’t love me.” Lucas stayed silent.

Perhaps he didn’t know who he was. “More also, you two don’t seem really in love. Who knows, I might get lucky and get you to fall in love with me.” He smiled at the last part. Sharon chuckled even though it wasn’t that funny. “You want me to divorce him and come to you?” She asked. “Yes.” He hummed and nodded firmly. Sharon couldn’t help but laugh more. What a crazy man. “I don’t believe in love. Does it really exist?” Sharon sighed a little, and she looked up at the pretty stars in the cloud.

He stormed off. That tone in his voice was stern, dry, murderous, vengeful, and raging despite how low his tone came out. He hated that she found out about what he was. She was in big trouble. He could loathe her, hurt her, scare her and even kill her, but one thing wouldn't change. Her love for him. There is no such thing as a mating bond attached to her love for him. Her feelings were pure and flawless.

Love doesn't die easily so I'm guessing you still love her mother. "Well, I didn't love her as much as her husband did. I still do care about Louisa a lot. I'd protect her and Thea anytime, any day but I already accepted that I can't have her. I've had my share of heartbreak. It doesn't hurt anymore." He didn't answer the question in a way that set her mind at ease instead he made her feel the need to get his attention. Why did she need to do that? This night together with him was a mistake. She was getting confused.

And not him? " What do I do to get you to love me?" He kneels before her " What should I do to make you love me?" She shook her head tears stroll her face. She has no idea what he is talking about nor how to answer him. It's not as simple as it seems, she feels bad for not having any feelings for him after four years. " Am sorry Henry, it's not as easy as you think" she whispered. She raised her head to look at the painful look on his face. She thought she could do this, she thought she can forget everything about him but no. He is still the one her heart yarn for.

All we were presently were fuck buddies and nothing aside from that. “He doesn't do love.” I answered her, trying to hide how hurt that made me. It was almost impossible to believe that he didn't, not with how caring he was and how he made sure I was okay after we had sex. “Who told you that? You can't just be that certain.” She pushed for an answer. “He told me that. He told me that he can't give me his heart and I am not supposed to expect him to. Also, it is just love. Why should I want that when we have something else ongoing?”

he asked rhetorically, his voice suddenly cracked. “Why?” He tried to move away from I cupped his face and said in a surprisingly strong voice. “I will stand up and walk out the door if you don’t tell me. I don’t care if I die. I will leave you and your pack.” His eyes flashed with an emotion I couldn’t read as he muttered a string of curses under his breath. “I don’t love her.” I shrugged. “Clearly.” A brow raised on his perfectly sculpted face. “Whoever has eyes know you don’t feel anything for her.” I tapped a finger on his chest. “What’s confusing is why you keep her around and treat me like that.”

"Nonononono, please don't go. I need you, Nate. I need you. I fucking love you!" "And I fucking don't. You hear me? Get it through your thick skull. I DON'T LOVE YOU, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" That statement, without a doubt, stuns me stupid. My head goes blank. My hands now hanging limply beside my body. In fact, I feel my energy is drying up, down the drain, leaving me. I actually don't know how I'm still standing. What did he just say? He doesn't love me? Nate doesn't ... love ... me? ****

“I talk to a lot of the fellas in here. Some of them were ladies’ men too until the love bug hit them. They gave it all to their heart’s desire, and when it didn’t work out, they went crazy. Some of them are in here because of it.” “Are you trying to freak me out?” “No. Just sayin’.” “Well, I don’t think he’s in love with me. He’s never said it.” “Just because a man doesn’t say it doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel it. You’re a big girl, you know that.” She shrugged. “Do you want him to be in love with you?” “No. It’s best for him that he isn’t.” “Are you in love with him?”