It Was Never Love To Begin With Novels & Stories

He lowered his gaze to my lips. “Really?” He nodded. “But we’ve never…” “Never what?” “Nothing. I’m just going to go die now.” I tried to pull away, but he kept hold of me, keeping me in place. “Jules.” His voice was soft, seeking, and I stopped struggling and looked at him. “Finish what you were going to say.” “We’ve never even kissed,” I whispered. His gaze flicked between my eyes and my mouth, his expression dark and intense.

I didn’t even know when they started forming only that they were there, heavy and burning, through me at the thought of him. How he showed it in a thousand silent ways… and yet still claimed he didn’t love me. Before I could hold myself back, the words slipped out, fragile and trembling. “Then why don’t you love me?” His eyes met mine, His thumb brushed lightly against my skin, sending a shiver through me. “I will never love you,” he said. “Love is pathetic.” The word hit me harder than I expected. Anger flared inside my chest, cutting through the ache.

First time we'd seen each other in six months. Everyone looked stunned, so I said it again. "Daphne and I broke up. Six months ago. I don't want my fiancée getting the wrong idea, so let's quit dragging up the past." Daphne's eyes flew wide. "You've got to be kidding me." "You know I'm not." She stared, chest rising, then forced it out. "Ethan Everett, that's enough." Typical Daphne—always thinking I was bluffing, just trying to piss her off.

On the screen, the old video from the airport was playing. "I didn't see this until today. You liked me back then," he said hoarsely. I calmly put on a coat and replied, "That's all in the past." "I can't get over it!" I looked at Julian as he scrambled up from the floor. He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were burning with desperate agony. "Serina, I can't get over it. You never told me you loved me. W-We weren't supposed to end up like this."

With the dragging along of an already dead issue, just because of it being the easiest way. I turned to her and conveyed my message in a steady voice. “I never loved you.” The utterance felt to her like a slap. She started to blink her eyes rapidly. “What did you just say?” “You heard me,” I answered. “I have never loved you at all since the start.” The color of her face changed to very pale. “That’s a lie.” “It’s true,” I said. “And you are aware of it.” She gradually shook her head. “Then what made you propose?”

“Just don’t shut me out.” For a second, it felt like the world paused. His eyes fell to my lips, his hand almost reached for me. Then he stepped back, like the moment scared him. “Goodnight, Elena.” And just like that, he was gone again. I stood there, trembling from everything we didn’t say. Maybe love doesn’t start with fireworks or perfect timing. Maybe it started with two broken people trying not to destroy each other.

His expression remained unchanged, showing no hint of surprise. “So?” I continued, “I’m drowning in scandals. If you marry me, your reputation goes down with mine.” He said, “That video has been destroyed. No one ever saw it, not even me. As for my reputation…”

' 'Acceptable is a strong word for eggs that have never poisoned anyone. She set down her fork and looked at him across the island. This man who had made her sign a contract in a lawyer's office and who was now arguing about scrambled eggs in his kitchen on a Wednesday morning after their wedding. The distance between those two moments was the distance of a whole life, compressed into just over a year. 'I love you,' she said. He looked at her. He said it back, simply and directly, the way he had been saying it since the morning of the bad eggs months ago, without qualification and without the sense that the words cost him more than they were worth.

Grabbing his arm desperately, she screamed, "Why? Sebastian, tell me why. Can't you just forget about her? What's so special about her? She doesn't want you anymore, and you're still going after her?" Sebastian forcefully shook off her hand, his eyes filled with disgust and coldness. "This is none of your business." "What do you mean, none of my business?" Maureen yelled. "I love you! I've been with you all this time! What has Leona done except throw tantrums and threaten to break up with you?" "Shut up!" Sebastian shouted back, his gaze sharp as it finally landed on her. "Maureen, listen carefully. There was never any chance between us. There never was, and there never will be. Stop wasting

"I never told him." Jessica's voice came out barely above a whisper."Then... what happened?" "It happened once," Sarah said quietly. "It wasn't the beginning of a relationship. It was one mistake neither of us expected.” “We were both trying to escape our own problems.” She smiled sadly. "The next morning, we both knew it should never have happened." Jessica remained standing, her fingers still locked around the chair. Sarah continued quietly. "We went our separate ways." "I thought that was the end of it." Her hand drifted to her stomach. "Then I found out I was pregnant."