He Don T Love Me Novels & Stories

"No, you do, you just don't know it yet," "I don't love you, I have a man I am in love you with and we are starting a family together, I never lead you to believe that I love you, I don't love you, I never had and never will, I have told you that times without number but you don't want to listen,"

"You don't have the right to check me out. NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" "Why can't it be me, Cedric? If you could only love me then you wouldn't have to be this sad and hurt." "Don't love me, Angela! I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING LOVE! YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO LOVE ME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" I yelled, annoyed at her face. "WHY AM I NOT ALLOWED? SO YOU'RE ALLOWED TO LOVE VANESSA WHEN SHE DOESN'T EVEN WANT YOU BUT I CAN'T?"

I will always be there for you Andro Always .... You can forget me ..hate me... But I will never stop loving you I can never forget you Andro You taught my heart what love is and it will not stop loving you till it stops beating. ............. ....................................

How could this man be so confident in twisting my intentions? "Chris, are you seriously this delusional? I've told you—I don't love you anymore." His eyes burned red with frustration. "You're my mate. How could you possibly not love me?" Just then, my phone vibrated with another message from Drake. "I'll come pick you up soon." I quickly replied, "No need. I'll drive myself to the ski resort." The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument.

His hands gently laid on her stomach as he hugged her. “ I am sorry. I didn’t tell you how much I love you. I can’t live without you on my side, even if you don’t love me back. Please don’t leave me again. Let me love you for the two of us” Frediano, the big boss of huge Martinez companies, was crying in the arms of a woman. He left all dignity behind for this woman. He didn’t care what others may think. It is rare to find your soul mate, and when you do. Don’t let go.

I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega. All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega. So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs. But none of them have ever truly looked at me. The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack. I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with not

I set my phone to Do Not Disturb and went over to the temple. I was back to my solitary life. I did not know how much I missed it. But it was odd being back around other assistants. They treated me too delicately. They seemed to avoid the subject of love or death all together. It was getting too frustrating so one day I asked. "Alright, spit it out. Why have you all been acting like I would break at any moment?" I asked and they hesitated. "We are worried about triggering you. We heard you husband died," one of them said and I paused, recalling I had infact told one of them over the phone that.

"Let me go!" I shoved at him, fighting to break free. "I'm Charlotte, not Cassie!" Adriano only locked his arms tighter. "No—you're Cassie. MY Cassie!" "You're wrong!" My voice cracked with desperation. "I'll never go back to you. I love Lucas now!" His eyes went dark. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? I took care of Sofia and that fake doctor. What more do you want?"

My mom calls me on Friday. "Don't forget to attend the family dinner tomorrow. Your brother loves shrimps, so you should buy more of those at the seafood market in the southern district. "Your sister-in-law loves lamb chops. Why don't you go scour for more in the eastern district? Also, your nephew loves imported strawberries, so you mustn't forget them now." I say yes to everything. But as soon as I end the call, I see a new message in the family's group chat. "I already told Alan the things that we love to eat. It's hard for you all to earn money, so you shouldn't buy anything at all." One second later, the message is swiftly deleted. Still, the sight renders me stunned. I've been

"Yes. And he didn't tell you or invite you." He pats my shoulder with false sympathy, beaming with pride. "You've been forgotten, my dear friend, and you're actually fine with it. I'm very proud of you." He salutes and walks away, leaving me staring at the empty space with a scowl on my face. "Fo... forgotten?" My voice comes out higher than I intend, and before I know it, I'm running my fingers through my hair in frustration. "Forgotten?! But... but he told me he loved me, and Patricia... that bitch!" I rub my face frantically and collapse back onto the couch.