Histoire D'amour Novels & Stories

I said and left "Hey! Brittany Amaris Laxamana, you can't lie!" she shouted after me "It's true what I'm saying, Cassidy Artemis! Another tease that I like that man. I will make your slippers fly to your face!" I shouted back! I went back to my room and lay down. I don't know but it seems like I voluntarily searched the F* of 'Lev' Did it really hit me? What is love at first sight? In the pic ?. . But I'm not in love. He is just handsome

There, he found Kana waiting for him, her eyes filled with the same love that had ignited their hearts all those months ago. In each other's arms, they discovered that their love had not only survived the trials of time and separation but had grown stronger. Their historical romance had weathered the storms of history and emerged as a timeless love story, a testament to the enduring power of love that transcended eras and defied the constraints of fate.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

he said, making Cyrille even more flabbergasted. “What are you talking about? I’m not Selena, nor am I your lover. So, stop what you’re doing right now and let me go,” Cyrille said. “No, my love, I will never let you go again,” he said as he lifted his hand and gently brushed Cyrille’s face. Cyrille desperately wanted to shove his hand away, but she couldn’t move even an inch. “What the—why am I unable to move?” The man moves even closer and closer to Cyrille’s face, which is only a few inches away; one wrong move and their lips will touch. “You’re all mine. You’ve been mine since the beginning. My love, you can never leave me again. You are always mine.”

Maybe she did something so so so bad. "This one?" Isla asked again showing us a white gown with so many designs. "I said I wanted a simple gown" I shouted. She groaned and walked away. "Anna was my brother's first love. She was his first. We taught maybe he was gonna marry her until she left him" "How?" I asked and she shut her eyes. "This one?" Isla came again while I ignored her this time. "On their wedding day, she left him a note on the bed. She had ran with her boyfriend with the sum of 500million dollars"

That would be in the third page. What I saw first was the news about the new achievement of Duchess Liracynthia Morelli with her large portrait wearing a scarlet velvety dress and holding a bouquet of red roses. On the next page is the news about the grand ball of Febrez where Colosas finally proposed to a young lady named Hazel. She was said to be a commoner who got rescued by the current head of Febrez and was took in as a maid. The article said they fell in love in the wrong time, but Colosas fought for their love. Just like a novel, their love won in the end.

Lisa sobbed, her voice breaking as she confronted Aaron with the painful truth of his deception, her heart shattered by his betrayal, her body trembling with emotion as she braced herself for his response. “Yes, because you are the only one,” Aaron admitted softly, his tone gentle as he cupped Lisa's cheek in his hand, his touch tender as he sought to comfort her, his love for her evident in his eyes, his heart laid bare before her. “But your ex…,” Lisa's voice trailed off, her eyes widening as she realized the implications of Aaron's words, her heart racing with hope as she dared to believe in the possibility of a future with him, her body leaning into his touch, her soul craving his love.

I want to remember everything. "Your story seemed like a romantic comedy." I laughed and he sighed. Why did he sigh, is that relief? Adam stood up and stretched his body before holding his hand for me to take it. "To be truth, I wish our love story is just a romantic comedy..." His lips curled into a smile that was forced and my heart cracked upon seeing it. I will know the truth.

I had no idea it had changed colors, so I lifted my hand to the side of my eye, though of course, I couldn’t feel what color it was from touching it. “He practically confessed everything the first night he came here,” Nicolette went on, almost vibrating with excitement for finally being able to reveal her discovery. “He said he’d met his one true love recently—very recently—and that he’d only seen her from across a room, and he couldn’t talk to her because he’d known she was already married, so… It all fits. It’s just that none of you were paying attention to what he was really saying. Vienne is his one true love.”

I trust him 100 percent unconditionally, regardless of who he was, our weight and burdens to me all don't matter. Maybe our sincere love can cover up all the shortcomings of the past. Because I feel that Roby is someone who never discusses who I am? Who is my past? And what do I lack? There is one sin that I now cover the past story with Hery. Someday when the time comes I will explain everything to Roby, whatever it is Roby must know, I can't go through it all without honesty. My past mistakes with Hery always haunt my days. Almost five years, it's not a short time for me to know him, we often hang out together, go shopping to the mall, go to the beach or go to an amusement park together, R