Histoire D'amour Novels & Stories

" Shivaay I don't love you and I was never in love with you. I love someone else with whom I am going today. I was cheating you from our college days. I trapped you in my love Only to deceive you. I wanted to break you. My boyfriend wanted to defeat you because you never lost in business until now. That's why he planned to defeat you in your personal life. That's why for him I played with your emotions and trapped you. And today when you are head over heels in love with me and really want to marry me. Then I am leaving you. Tch Tch. I am going to marry my real love. So goodbye. And yes don't try to find me ever. Because you can't. And yes maybe you never lose in business and always defeat my

He uttered. “But, remember that I will not give up. Once I’m done solving my problems, I will pursue you.” My eyes widened at what he told me. I can’t even utter a word. “Goodnight, Fely. I love you.” He said and ended the call. Despite of his confession, I still can’t believe it. It wouldn’t sink in my mind that Drake… love me. I dozed off to sleep past 2 AM and woke up 6 in the morning.

Just like that, tears came streaming down my cheeks. "There's so much I never told you," I choked out. I went on, "I spent two years trying to win Declan over. However, once we were together, I found out he was in love with someone else. "Her name is Beatrice Porter, and she's his first love. All those years, I'd never seen her. I kept thinking maybe I still had a chance. "Then, one day, I was cleaning up his study and accidentally knocked over a wooden sculpture on his desk. He shoved me away and told me I wasn't allowed in there anymore. That was when I noticed the name 'Beatrice' carved into the base."

he asked, lifting one brow, clearly unconvinced. I sighed and looked away. "Because it wouldn't work. We'd get tired of each other in a week. And I know you, Jim. You say you love me, but is it really me you love? Or the money and connections I bring with every campaign, every shoot?" His face fell, the corners of his lips twitching downward. "That's a cruel thing to say, Julliane. I really do love you, you know." "I believe you—partly," I admitted. "But your kind of love feels more like possession. Like keeping your most valuable asset close. That's not the kind of love I want. It's not the kind I deserve."

“Here and everywhere and anywhere. I want the forces in the universe to see and hear how much I love you.” “We have to be as loud as possible then.” She led his hand to cup her vaginal area. “The heavens are quite a distance from us, we have to be loud so that they can hear us.” “As you wish, my Queen.” He knelt and buried his head under her skirt. “As you wish.” ~~~ THE END. ~~ AUTHOR'S NOTE This is not my best story. I'm not really proud of it, because of the circumstances while writing it, but I tried to make it as interesting as possible. So, I am super grateful to you for reaching this point. Thank you. ❤❤❤

That was way too weird. I had to make Miles go back and come see me in human form. There was no way I was going to give in first, so I decided to provoke him. I poked the black snake awake and started sweet-talking. "Hey, Blackie, I think I've been feeling kind of lonely lately." The black snake looked confused. "I think I wanna fall in love again," I went on. "The soft, romantic kind. Holding hands in the rain, kissing under the stars, then getting married and having a little girl I can dress up…"

I am still trying to recall what happened just a couple of minutes ago. . "HE KISSED ME"

Her red dress fluttered as she walked, her every movement exuding unwavering confidence. Carmen. I swallowed involuntarily. She sang, her voice filling the room with an inescapable allure. Her eyes flashed with ingenuity as she stepped between the men, playing with them as if they were mere pawns in her game. I did not blink. When the first note of Habanera played, the air around me changed. “L'amour est un oiseau rebelle que nul ne peut apprivoiser...” Love is a wild bird that cannot be tamed.

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents