I Will Never Be Loved Novels & Stories

"All her life she loved someone, who never cared for her. And because that she suffered all her being alone even on her deathbed he never once came to see her," "Not every man is like your father, I'll never leave alone," Jayce caresses my cheek again with his finger wiping the tears from my eyes. "No one made the way you did, never before I was desperate to be loved someone, never had anyone made so insane to search the whole country just so I can confess to her,"

"And who is that?" "The woman I am utterly and hopelessly deep in love with." "Drake..." "No, let me finish. You don't know how envious I am of you sometimes. You can take it on the chin and keep going like it didn't affect you. You carry so many burdens and you always look out for others and hold onto other people's problems and most of the time, you can fix anything. You are the diamond everyone is chasing after, but almost no one knows where to find you. I could have a hundred girls trying to get at me, but no one could turn my head from you. You are my perfect other half and the person I want to spend forever with. I would burn towns down if that's what it meant to keep you. I would do a

Lily asked, "You don't trust me?" Anthony hung his head low in frustration. Every time he heard my name, he felt as if something was slipping away from him. Something he could no longer hold on to. "Just get some rest, and don't try to take your own life again. "This marriage is set in stone. I've hurt her more times than I could count over the last three years, and that was for you. I've spent a whole month ticking off everything on your wishlist. From now on, let’s not contact each other anymore."

Don't ever bother me again. I didn't want to say anything more, so I turned and left. Behind me came Francis' desperate and urgent question. "Yvette, do you still love me?" I answered loudly without hesitation, "In this life, I have never loved you. I only love my husband and my daughter." He once said not to be too caught up in the past. While I had already let go of it, he seemed to be having trouble doing the same.

Leona stared blankly at the screen, not responding to a single message. Her love for Sebastian had died, so these taunts no longer had the power to hurt her.

I took a deep breath and tried not to think about those past days, I patted his shoulders and said gently: “André is truly the coldest and most distant man I've ever seen, even Carlos said that. Come to think of it, I don’t really know him.” I had believed I understood him. But I had been deceived by myself. The truth is that I had never met him. After a pause, I continued saying, “Karen, if I really liked him, I would never give up, even if he was hurt, even if I had to give up everything for nothing, I would persist until the end.” Because my love had always been pure and complete. It would be like OCD, a form of illness. But I had no choice, if I loved someone, I would love them until the

, I said, wishing that he would stop, “ look, I love you, so much, but I can't. I just can't” “ What do you mean you can't?” He asked, obviously confused, and I just felt sorry for him. I felt pity for him. He didn't understand, and he never will. The fact that my heart had been broken beyond repair, the fact that my mind and body would never allow me to become so vulnerable before anyone again, the fact that Hakim killed me, not with a sword or a gun, but with his eyes, and the fact that even though his hazel eyes looked nothing like those of Hakim, it still reminded me of him, of that day when he finally broke the spine of my heart, along with my ribs. He didn't understand, he never will u

It has nothing to do with me. Julian responded almost instantly, aggrieved. [Why have you become like this? No matter how I explain, you won’t listen. You weren’t like this before.] I ignored him as he kept sending messages. Yes, I used to trust him completely. I believed whatever he said. However, he was the one who destroyed that trust. Once the trust was gone, it would not come back easily. Just then, the quiet group chat exploded again. Someone suddenly posted in shock:

She reacted in a flirtatious manner as she said, “Sean, what would happen if you kissed another woman someday?” He gave it a serious thought for a while before making a vow. “Shannon, I will never kiss another woman. If that ever happens, that only means that I no longer love you.” He then kissed her lips so firmly that they both lost their breaths at the intensity of their love. “Shannon, I will always love you.” If that ever happens, that only means that I no longer love you. His words still echoed in her ears like a melody on repeat. He had stopped loving her, apparently. Nothing ever lasted and forever was just an empty promise.

It makes me really sad. [3.6 Failed at suicide. Why can't I even choose to die? Life is unbearably painful. I can't go on.] [If there's a next life...] The black ink had blurred from my tears, and the words beyond it had become unreadable. I muttered, "Even though you already know, I still want to tell you that I really love you. I love you so much that I wish for another life with you." For a moment, it felt as if Samuel were standing right beside me again—still the lively, confident young man I remembered. I couldn't look away, mesmerized, unwilling to wake from the illusion. Then, I heard his voice. "I wish for the same."