If I Fall For You Novels & Stories

“I’m falling, and I don’t even know who I’m falling for anymore.” The silence that followed felt like both a prison and a promise.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this speech and it was going really bad anyways... I just want to— I have to make a confession. I want to confess that I'm a liar, I was a shitty person, a shitty friend to the one person who would always have my back no matter what. I betrayed your trust, your love, I betrayed you. And I'm so sorry. I cannot express enough how much I have missed you since the day you said you were done with me. I'm so sorry for all the things I did and I can't tell you how much I love you. I don't care anymore. But I want to tell you guys that I fell in love in this place, I fell in love a little when I watched this person walk in the hallways with that huge radiant smile, always smil

“If you’re going to marry him—even if it’s fake—you need to trust him.” Elena’s grip tightened slightly around her glass. “I trust that he’ll do what benefits him.” “That’s not trust.” “It’s enough.” Sofia studied her carefully. Then sighed. “You’re already thinking like you’ve said yes.” That hit. Harder than expected. “I haven’t decided anything,” Elena said. “Then decide,” Sofia replied simply. “Because if you go into something like this half sure, you’ll lose.” Elena leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

"Then we'll release our own statement. Counter his narrative." "With what? The truth? That we barely know each other? That you're proposing out of obligation?" "That's not—" He stopped. "Is that what you really think? That this is just obligation?" "What else am I supposed to think?" "That maybe—just maybe—I'm falling for you." The words hung in the air. Falling for you. Not fallen. Not in love. Falling. Present tense. Incomplete. "You're falling for me," I repeated. "I'm trying not to. Because it's complicated and messy and probably a terrible idea. But yes. I'm falling for you, Isabella Martinez. And I don't know what to do about it."

She tried to sit up. The dizziness pinned her down again. Trapped in the bed. Trapped in her body. Trapped in a conspiracy she couldn’t even physically chase. Tears slid down her face. Not dramatic. Not loud. Just exhausted grief. Her monitor read 96. Even crying was dangerous. At 2 a.m., Maya stared at her phone. Julian’s offer glowed on the screen. $200M. Patent war ends. Alex rests. She opened a new message.

I will think about the consequences of my abrupt actions when I wake up. Lu-ficking-cian stop making me fall for you!!!

I start my car engine but then someone knocks on my car window. It's her! She walked to the other side and slipped inside. "Start the car." She said. I nodded and drove my car out of the parking lot with her sitting beside me. You don't know what I am feeling for you. Ashiyaan, I am falling for you. But I don't want that. I will be betraying my own feelings of two years for the girl whom I fell for at first sight. Why can't I even able to deny you? By saying that don't come near me because I am falling for you. Then what she will think of me?

And the girl I let walk away without ever telling her the truth. That I was falling for her. That I still am. And now… it’s too late

What the hell is going on with me? "Baby, when are you going to fall for me again?" He whispered that almost all my hair stood on end. Baby, when are you going to fall for me again? Baby, when are you going to fall for me again? Baby, when are you going to fall for me again? Baby, when are you going to fall for me again? Baby, when are you going to fall for me again?

We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape. I sang softly to the song that I asked them to play at my fathers funeral, "Yelling at the sky, Screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I’m still your girl, Holding on too tight, Head up in the clouds, Heaven only knows where you are now..." Hunter laid across my legs, as I drew in my book. "How do I love? How do I love again? How do I trust, How do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most, I put the record on, wait ’til I hear our song. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost..." I pulled out the unopened