It's My Love Story Novels & Stories

Not a survival story. A love story. Finally, Fully Ours.

“I’m going to need more than that, Harry.” He leaned in. “Hester posted these pictures to humiliate you. But what if we spin it? What if we turn it into a tragic love story?” I stared at him, my mind struggling to keep up. “A love story?” “Think about it,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “A woman, madly in love, so overwhelmed with emotion before her wedding that she collapses from exhaustion. But does she give up? No. She fights through it—because her love is stronger than any hardship.”

"That's terrifying." "Good." I kissed him. "You should be terrified. Because love isn't a contract where both people agree on the terms. It's two people deciding to stay even when they disagree. Even when it's hard. Even when it might destroy them." He pulled me closer. "I'm terrible at this." "I know. So am I. We'll be terrible together." We fell asleep like that. Tangled together. Terrible at this. Trying anyway.

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

“I won’t let you get my hopes up. Don’t say things you don’t mean. Don’t make me believe in something that isn’t real.” “Ashleigh—” Adrian began, but she cut him off. “Don’t!” she cried, her voice trembling. “You’ve already broken my heart once. I can’t take it again.” Adrian stepped forward, his hands cupping her face. His touch was warm, grounding her even as she tried to pull away. “I’m not lying, Ashleigh,” he said softly. “I care for you. Deeply. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” Her resolve crumbled as he pulled her into his arms, her tears soaking his chest. She clung to him, the walls she had built around her heart crumbling under the weight of his sincerity.

Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

After all, love conquers all. I am Marissa Dela Cruz-Montero, and this is my story.

Our happiness today was in no small part due to their love, support, and sacrifice. Thanks to them, we could now live the love story we truly deserved. _THE END_

He clearly didn’t think I would spill everything to my father. I spun to face him, rage filling me up. “No. I’m sick of pretending. I’m sick of playing house in a marriage built on nothing but lies. He doesnt love me. I turned to face him. “You don't love me, Aiden. Let us end this fake marriage now. I wish you and Athena the best.” Aiden looked stunned. Maybe he didn't expect me to actually have limits. “I never—” “You never what?” I cut him off, my voice shaking. “I’m not your true mate, Klaus. We’ve been pretending we were in a loving relationship in front of my dad, but I’m tired now. So let’s just stop this pathetic act.”

“And I love you. I’ve loved you for longer than you even know. Everything you think about me, all this worry about Bet… that was just a game. Just a distraction. Nothing more. You… you are the one I’ve always wanted.” Caramel’s breath hitched. Eyes incredibly wide. Her heart thudded so fast it hurt. “You—what?” she whispered, voice shaking. “I love you, Caramel,” he said firmly, stepping closer. Bet was just… a play. A test, nothing more. You’re the one who matters. Always have. Always will.” Her hands trembled. She wanted to speak, to deny, to push him away… but her body wouldn’t listen. Her lips parted. Her tears kept falling.