History Hates Lovers Novels & Stories

Alessio smiled and kissed my right cheek. “You would be surprised, whoever thought that we would be knowing about the sultans and sultanas, kings and queens, and explorers who were once deeply in love? History is documented one way or another, and I believe that our love would make history” Alessio said softly “just trust that I wouldn’t look differently at anyone else. Fucks sake, Kia, we’ve been to events and invitations where women roamed around us being naked, literally fucking naked, and I haven’t seen you acting like this” “Shut up”

The doctor adds, laughing. “It is just me and you here, will you tell anyone?” I ask lightly and she chuckles. “No, will you?” I shake my head. She smiles. “It is possible that he killed her, although he claimed to love her enough to watch her with her lover.” “He was her mate,” I correct. “Mate, lover. The history books say lover.” That was the royal publication. I knew he was her mate, my mother told me. She had no reason to fight for someone who wasn’t her actual mate.

He loved Hagai so much that despite knowing the whole implications of them being together he never stopped. It is a stupid idea for a vampire to fell in love with a human, such unions are forbidden to occur because it can only bring pain. The human who is perishable always ages and dies first and in most cases when the vampire is so deeply in love, moving on would be almost impossible so such unions only existed in myths. Melvin couldn't even stand the thought of leaving Hagai, he hated anyone who advised him on the issue and it went on until they finally got married. Getting married to Hagai was one of the memorable moments of his life, he finally had a home and couldn't wait to start makin

Even though she knew Hazel was the eldest daughter of the Queen family, she still felt superior to her. "Am I wrong? Love isn’t something that follows a timeline. Even the law doesn’t restrict the behavior of mistresses, which proves there’s no such thing as a mistress." "In a relationship where both sides are willing, the person who is unloved is naturally the third party. If it weren’t for their existence, the lovers could be together, don’t you think?" When Delilah said these words, she didn’t have a smug or arrogant expression; instead, there was a hint of grievance, as though she were about to cry.

"Why the hell didn't you meet me before marriage? Last year, I should have hated you for what you made me believe but I regretted running away from the marriage." "I know. I should have met you soon. It never occurred to me that you'll leave me at the altar. I was thinking we have our whole lives." "Mateo was right." He immediately jerked his head towards me, "What did he say?" I laughed watching him like that. For some reason, he got triggered by Mateo. "He said ours isn't a romantic love story but a crime thriller." "Oh, if he knows what's gonna happen to you in our bed tonight, he will call it an erotic story."

But deep down, I knew it was only a matter of time before that hate became something else. There were afternoons when I caught myself thinking about their smirk, or the way they tucked a stray strand of hair behind their ear without realizing I was watching. There were mornings when I arrived early, pretending to study, only to notice their shadow in the hallway, perfectly still, waiting—or maybe just observing. I hated it. I hated them. I hated the way a single look from them could ruin my day. And yet… I couldn’t stay away. Because sometimes, the things you hate most are the ones you can’t forget.

Then there's the one about star-crossed lovers, two innocent people who love each other deeply but at the end of everything their relationship is still doomed to fail just like Lancelot and Guinevere in King Arthur's mystical tale Round Table, Heathcliff and Catherine from Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights, and Lyla and Majnun from the classic love story Nizami Ganjavi. Jakob says I have my head in too much fantasy, but I can't help but wonder... I heard car honks from a distance, then I heard the sound of a vehicle driving closer, it was probably my mom, I thought to myself. Right now I was home alone with Topaz, everyone else was basically at the back to school party grinding and making out

she and Heitor practically hate each other. - And they still say that lightning doesn't strike twice! - I rolled my eyes, nervous. And at the same time defiant, because I'd seen that movie before. Lavinia looked at me uncomprehendingly. - She agreed after I begged several times, but with a few conditions... and of course after Heitor swore he wouldn't lay a finger on her. Which would be very difficult. It felt like I was watching history repeat itself. A forced love, a feeling of hatred that would surely turn into a love story forever, it was just a matter of waiting.

(yes I lust for her) I had my own share of women in the past, but it was just to keep my frustration away. I never had a relationship. It was not my thing. I knew from the start Noor was going to be my wife, so this thought never crossed my mind. At every stage of my life, I was introduced to many kind of women, but none of them matched even a ounce of what Noor had. They were only wild. Thirsty for money and power, but I had no intention to introduce them to my world. I just did one night stands. That's it. Simple!

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.