Hidden Love Novel Novels & Stories

I curl up in bed, my phone lighting up with a text from an unknown number: "Some people run from love. Some people run towards it. Which one are you? - H" And for the first time in my life, I don't know the answer.

But every so often, she felt the weight of his gaze across the room. By the time the auction concluded, the night’s real work began. She slipped through a side corridor toward the service elevators, trading satin slippers for quiet leather flats from a hidden compartment in her clutch. Somewhere in the hotel’s restricted floors, a flash drive containing months of illicit financial transfers waited for her. She didn’t hear him approach—no footsteps, no shift of air—until his voice slid through the quiet like a blade. “Interesting choice of footwear for a gala.” She stilled, her finger hovering over the elevator button, pulse ticking in her throat. Turning slowly, she found him lounging agains

He glanced at me, and for a second—just a second—I saw it. The softness behind his silence. The warmth behind his walls. And the way his thumb gently stroked the back of my hand like it remembered every promise we never said out loud. He didn’t say he missed me. He didn’t have to. Because this—this quiet moment, parked on a dim street in Eastbridge—felt like a memory coming back to life. And maybe… just maybe… some memories don’t fade. Some love stories just go quiet— until one night, they begin to speak again.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

She placed a small notebook at the base of the headstone. Inside were pages of her,her pain, her joy, their memories. A legacy. A goodbye. A start. As she walked away, the wind picked up again. And somewhere, in the silence between her footsteps, she swore she heard him say her name. Soft. Warm. Home. End of chapter 10 End of when love lies.

It had been a long time since I had lost myself in a book, but one title called to me. I pulled it from the shelf and opened it to a random page, then brought it close to my face. I breathed in the scent of the paper, remembering all those days I had cried over the pages of different books, all because Hudi was gone. I settled onto the sofa, tucking my legs under a soft blanket. I stretched out, getting comfortable before I began to read. Once I was settled, I looked at the title again: *If Only He Loved Me*.

Dated from the day I met Aiden until the day of his arrest. Agent Torres opened it and read aloud: "Day 1: Met Lilith today. She's perfect. I'll make her love me. Then I'll make her mine. Forever." She flipped to the last entry. The day before the warehouse. "They think they've won. But I have one more move. One final gift. When they find it, they'll understand. They'll always be mine. Even from prison. Especially from prison. Because I've left them something they can never escape."

Now Liam was in the mood to fuck her silly. “I know of a ward where no one goes to,” she said and held his hand. With this, they walked to the abandoned wards. This ward had been abandoned for ages because it wasn't suitable for patients. The moment they opened the door, Alana started to pull her dress and kiss Liam. She grabbed his cock and instantly rubbed it against her clit, crying and moaning. The next second, Liam pushed her to the dusty bed and rammed his entire manhood into her pussy. Alana cried again because he filled her up.

"You've got no right to talk about love. A hidden girlfriend? Nah, just my replacement." Anger surged within me. Before I could shoot back, her smile turned cruel. She shoved past me, knocking my shoulder hard. "Know your place." Her footsteps faded, leaving me clutching my chest. The pain was unbearable. Luke failed me, but Karma always came back around. Once I calmed down, I went home. Mike called. "Your fiancé got you an animal biology book with real specimens inside. Pretty cool, right? How are you going to thank me?"

“The one full of every filthy fantasy that sweet mouth of yours never dared to confess?” Heat scorched my face. My eyes widened as realization crashed into me. He had found it. The private little erotica book I thought I had hidden perfectly, the one filled with scenes I’d devoured late at night when I couldn’t sleep. Dark, sinful things I wasn’t sure I’d ever have the courage to ask for. “Lorenzo…” I hissed, clutching the blanket tighter around me. “Where is it?” But he only shook his head, still smirking, and turned toward the hall.