It's My Love Story Novels & Stories

And she successfully provoked her, Kriti gritted her teeth but she calmed her nerves and said sarcastically," Why would he tell a nobody like you about his love life, you are not his friend just a relative so don't overestimate yourself" Sneha made a distorted face at her blunt insult she looked at Aadi for comfort but he was busy looking at her girlfriend like she is some treasure she was fuming with anger, her ego was hurt he never looked at her this way.

Raul began to play, "I once told myself that you're worth more than you appear, But I don't know why my heart won't stop hurting." He began singing. "You can leave if that's what you really want." "So, if you ever get tired of seeing me alone, Maybe I'm wrong." "And you know I can do this For I've known you longer than anyone else. All that I need from you is to say "yes". I want you to take this chance." He continued to sing and everyone clapped. Some girls even stood up, cheering for the young man.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

worshipping each other's lips. "You don't need to learn Disney stories for our kids bedtime..."I said to her. "Huh..why so..."she asked me confused. "Is ours less than a Disney one?"I said..."More magical or dramatic than those.."she replied..."But for bringing them on earth...we should keep practicing..."I said kissing her neck and shoulder length.She kissed my jawline. "We are in garden Randhir..."she moaned when I flop a kiss on her shoulder blade. "Our love story is an open secret now.."I replied and ignored her excuses coz I know she is having hard time to control herself.

Jeremy hugged Serin. “B..But why did you ask if my memory--” “Serin, I love you so much. I don’t know if saying I love you is enough to express my deep feelings for you but I will still keep telling you and making you feel that I really love you. Every second of my life, I won’t stop loving you.” With Jeremy’s fearless expression of his undying love and the warm embrace he is sharing with her, Serin doesn’t want this beautiful moment to end.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

my life is complete happy with these people in my life every girl wishes to have her life as a fairytale but my life is really a fairytale due to my prince due to my foolishness iam about to loose my prince but destiny made us together infact our family is right we are destined to be together so guys this is my journey of love of my life though my life has many obstacles and hurdles we made our life happy by together so you people also never leave your loving one's side ☆☆☆☆☆ THE END ☆☆☆☆☆

because I look like his first love? Realization hit me. He doesn't love me! It's all just a lie! His love is a lie! Tears filled my eyes. But I tried not to cry. "You must be devastated by knowing this." she said trying to sound consolidate. "Why are you here? Why are you suddenly back in his life now? Where were you all these years?"I snapped at her.

“Okay, then explain it to me again, because from what I remember you telling me about it, it’s just about how like love is like a sticky note.” “Close,” I begin explaining, “he said that love can be written on crumpled stationery, written on sticky notes wedged between the pages of a book or stuck on a fridge door, or baked into the edges of a chiffon cake. The point is that love takes different forms but the common thing about is that people like talking about it. Kind of like how we always end up interacting with it in some way, and we are all obsessed with it on some sort of level.”