I Will Never Be Loved Novels & Stories

So I tell him the truth. "That whole thing about 'it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all' is bullshit," I admit, my voice raw with emotion. "Believing you have something special and then seeing it disappear in front of your eyes is far worse. If I'm going to end up in a loveless marriage, I'd rather not start off with the illusion that it's more." He seems to understand, nodding slowly. "You won't miss what you never had."

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

"I.. I once had a man I loved and cherished so much. I could do anything just to keep the love we shared." "Okay?" "He was sick and needed money for a kidney transplant. Because of how much I loved him, I emptied my account just so I could gather up the money needed for the transplant. I took a loan from my boss to complete the money, only for me to discover that he wasn't sick and he needed the money to cater for his wife and son he hid in another state." "My God, how did you get to know?" "All thanks to Mr. Ethan, he said he knew that Vincent didn't love me but was only using me to get money."

“Anna, seeing you act like this brings me joy.” I just glanced at her and could not be bothered to talk to her. “I can’t help it. Richard loves me. He can set aside everything else for me. Not only did he kill his own baby, but he also abandoned you.” As if she were sure that I had already seen her Instagram post, she spoke with the intention to provoke. “Richard has never treated you as affectionately as he does me, right? That makes sense. He always told me that you’re like a dead fish in bed. You’re really boring.

He had tried everything possible to get himself healthy all to no avail. Like any other person that will find his or herself in his shoes, he tried but he failed. His disease was said to be incurable and so he had no other choice than to wait patiently for death’s call. Thinking about his mom, whom he knew was going to freak out if he told her about his situation, he couldn’t help but worry. He was going to die anytime soon and so leaving his mom all alone and she was going to experience the traumatic experience from the day his father died. He felt pity for his mom and so decided to shower her with all the love he could have during the short period that he was going to be around.

My body trembled—not with fear, but with something far more overwhelming. He drew a response from me effortlessly, my body clenching at his command. A wave of pure bliss crashed over me, my legs shaking as I was carried over the edge. "Oh my God, you're beautiful," he murmured softly from below. Beautiful? Because of my scars, no one had ever loved me—not truly. Not before. I arched instinctively as his fingers continued to explore me, another involuntary sound slipping free. Realizing how it must sound, I bit down on my lip, trying to silence myself.

I should be angry and throwing a tantrum, but I am surprised and still come and not angry, just a bit disappointed, though. 'Am sorry I didn't tell. I knew you would disagree. You are so proud, but I want you to be okay. Somewhere I can see you every day and know you are really fine. Steph, you know that I care about you so much that you are always on my mind. Life without you is becoming hard for me. I wish you could just give me a chance to be there for you. To love and cherish you. Please say yes to me. Be my girlfriend.'

"I heard she was once his wife. He used to favor his first love; they divorced, and now he regrets it and wants her back!" Jeanette's eyes hardened as she listened to the comments. She stepped forward, took the replica bracelet from Skyler's hands, and smashed it hard on the ground. The bracelet shattered into pieces instantly, and Jeanette stepped right onto the fragments and said, word by word, "No matter how perfect your copy is, it'll never be the one that was mine. Skyler, I've told you this so many times already that it's over between us. Please stop bothering me. What you're doing now only disgusts me."

She wondered if any of them were still out there, living stories she hadn’t finished. Raegan pulled out her phone and opened her Notes app. The cursor blinked at her, patient and expectant. For a moment, she hesitated, fingers hovering. Then she typed: This is not love, not the kind I dreamed of. This is staying quiet to keep someone from leaving. This is setting myself on fire just to light the way for them. She stopped, heart racing. Her throat tightened. It wasn’t much. It wasn’t polished or gentle or safe. But it was hers.

Rather than come to me to figure this out together, he has turned to a bottle of whiskey to numb his own pain. Better that I had never met him, better that I never could have known I had another choice than to be my family’s blood slave. For those that say it is better to have loved and lost…they don’t know what it is like to have never been loved yourself, not unconditionally…not by a parent. “Amara…” “Leave me alone.” “Amara…” He reaches for me, but I pull back out of reach from him. I can feel my entire demeanour shutting down on him, a cold barrier surrounding me.