Is Love Fleeting Novels & Stories

The flowers whispered their secrets of love and destiny, their petals trembling with the weight of the moment, as if they too knew that our lives were on the brink of irrevocable change. I searched Chloe's eyes, willing her to see the sincerity of my intentions, the depth of my love that transcended time and space. In that fleeting moment, the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of us standing amidst the blooms and shadows, our hearts laid bare before each other.

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"Love doesn't exist, Dean." Dean raised his eyebrows, watching me with skepticism."You really believe that?" I nodded with sureness. "Love is-it's simply a fascination. It's an idea. It's lust and infatuation that lasts until a certain point but it's never certain and it's never something that is meant to last so why-why bother relishing in it? It's temporary and comes with-so much pain and wasted energy. All this time you spend worrying about something, caring for them, just for them to- leave and become a stranger, or die."

Our fingers weaved together tightly. When I tilted my head up to kiss him, he also lowered his head and kissed me with absolute gentleness. "Spencer, I think it doesn't hurt anymore…" "Then… Do you want to continue?" Noises that would make anyone blush started up again in the room, and it carried on for a long time. The night would be long. But what was longer was the rest of our lives together. Even during the darkest times, love was still the most important thing. The End.

True to his words, the diary brimmed with entries, pages crammed with his scrawled thoughts in that familiar, looping handwriting. Certain phrases repeated like a mantra, leaping from the paper with insistent frequency. [Love you. Miss you terribly. Waiting for you. Getting married...] Yet, as I flipped to the final page, there were only three words. [I hate you.] The vehement strokes nearly tore through the paper. They seemed intent on branding themselves into eternity. The date inscribed below was November 27th—Brett's mother's death anniversary.

Thirteen years was three years more than ten, not to mention that I was in love with him for ten of those thirteen years. Thirteen years, and I had not even earned his trust. Thirteen ridiculous years. I did not want to argue, so I answered hoarsely. "Leave." Liam only paused for a second before opening the door and leaving without a word. I was wheeled into an ambulance and taken to the hospital alone. Liam had pushed me so hard and so suddenly that I not only sprained my ankle, but also broke my hand.

But the next morning, he left with nothing more than a simple goodbye, disappearing without a trace, and for three long years, I searched for him everywhere. Now, standing at the door of room 603, seeing Pierce again, the warmth in his eyes, once filled with love, was gone. What replaced it was nothing but cold indifference. If it weren’t for the small mole near the corner of his eye, I would’ve thought I had the wrong person. "Florence, we’ve broken up. Don’t come bothering me again." His words were cold, piercing like a blade straight to my heart. I stood there frozen, staring at his face which appeared both familiar and strange.

Maria replied with a sad tone. “What do you mean hold?” Daria asked again but Maria seemed hesitant, “I’m sorry if am offending you” Daria drew back. “No it’s fine I actually had a terrible experience with love” Marisa paused asking for another refill, “I fell in love with the most beautiful man I had ever seen, but he wasn’t in love with me at the time we met, my friend seduced him” she paused again. “And they had a fall out leading to his disappearance, so hear I am, unable to find love again”she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

To those finding true love: true love,is always understanding,it patient,it stays,it shares your pains and joy And in the last line of the book, she wrote: Love, the kind that stays, isn’t loud. It’s steady. It lingers. Like a whisper at the edge of sleep. Like hope. Like home. it every thing that will ever complete you THE END Dear Readers, please drop Your comment for the review of this book.... and get ready for my next book.. thank you!!!

Indignation overtook Meg as she struggled to remain calm. "I never gave you hope," she continued, her voice laden with regret. "I never invited you into my room. I woke up and you were there, as if you had a right over my body and my life. That's not love, William, that's possession, that's a power game you're playing." William looked at her for a moment, his eyes full of disdain. "Love is a luxury that few can have. And an orphan like you, with no family or last name, would never find a better match. You'd better be grateful for this opportunity and stop playing hard to get."