Just An Ordinary Love Story Novels & Stories

Love? Myra remembered how she had rejected Jake the night at the old house, but she couldn’t absorb how he readily told her that he loved her. It was like she was dreaming. How was it possible he was in love with her? Especially with the missing three years from her memory, it made her question what was the truth. Putting one and one together, yes, they were married, but there were just too many puzzle pieces that confused her. Jake stopped the car just outside a serene-looking park. She didn’t recollect anything in her mind about this place, though the ambience stole her attention. J&M Park. Jake and Myra. A cheesy enough name indeed. So, Jake owned this place, she thought.

"And it was real. I'm not saying it wasn't. But the dramatic feeling — the event of it — that was about me. That was about what I wanted a love story to feel like." Lena said nothing. "What I know now, that I didn't know then, is that the feeling that means something is much quieter than the event." Her mother looked up. "It feels like: of course. It feels ordinary. It feels like something you already knew." A pause. "He left because he had confused the two things. He stayed as long as the event held, and when the ordinary came, he thought the ordinary meant something had died." She folded her hands on the table. "The ordinary was the whole point."

But she has a deep secret from the past, when those secrets will be revealed, nothing will be the same, everything will change beyond her imagination. Misti all in her life wants just one thing and that is a perfect, normal, happy love story like her parents but she does not know that when she will fall in love her love story will not be a normal one rather it will be AN ABNORMAL LOVE STORY!!!!! A lot of danger she has to face along with the very challenging situation. She will feel the pain, betrayal, she will lose her trust in this journey of her abnormal love life.

“Your family is a big deal, Natasha. Everyone knows it. Let’s not pretend this love story is real. It’s all about your family money. Natasha’s heart started pounding. “If you were broke,” Michael continued harshly, “would I even look at you?” The words hit like a slap. Natasha stepped closer, her voice low and venomous. “I think you’re lying. What’s Arjun got on you? You wouldn’t be acting like this if something wasn’t going on.” Michael’s jaw tightened. “You think you’re loveable, Natasha,” he said coldly. “You’re just a lonely princess living in your father’s mansion.”

Love was strange. It could hurt you, then teach you how to heal in the same breath. My phone buzzed beside me. Josh: Are you awake? I stared at the screen. Before, I would have replied immediately. Before, I would have typed something soft without thinking. Now, I breathed first. Me: Yeah. Just thinking. Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again. Josh: About us? I smiled faintly. Me: About me. There was a pause. Josh: That’s fair.

She had sat at the kitchen table while George was on the porch and she had thought about what she wanted to say that she had not said the first time — not because the first vows were insufficient, but because they had been written by people who were surviving and these were being written by people who were living, and that was a different document. George went first. He said: last year I promised you honesty and trust and that I would never let anyone come between us. He said: those are still true. All of them. He paused. What I want to add is simpler. I want to promise you ordinary days. Not just the significant ones — the ones that get recorded and remembered. The ordinary Thursdays. The m

Given Ragnar’s character, it was probably tough for him to watch such a movie. “In fact, I heard that the reviews for this movie are quite good. It’s also very popular. It’s about the love story of an ordinary girl and a rich, young master. It’s quite empowering.” Since we had come all the way here, I had to try my best to make him like the movie.

Just like that, tears came streaming down my cheeks. "There's so much I never told you," I choked out. I went on, "I spent two years trying to win Declan over. However, once we were together, I found out he was in love with someone else. "Her name is Beatrice Porter, and she's his first love. All those years, I'd never seen her. I kept thinking maybe I still had a chance. "Then, one day, I was cleaning up his study and accidentally knocked over a wooden sculpture on his desk. He shoved me away and told me I wasn't allowed in there anymore. That was when I noticed the name 'Beatrice' carved into the base."

‎ ‎They tell stories. ‎ ‎Not of grand battles. ‎ ‎Of ordinary love. ‎ ‎Of choices made in small moments. ‎ ‎Of love that lasted through time. ‎ ‎Of light that lived in daily doing. ‎ ‎They sing. ‎ ‎Soft at first. ‎ ‎Then strong. ‎ ‎The garden sings with them. ‎ ‎The oak rustles. ‎ ‎The flowers bloom brighter. ‎ ‎The light lives. ‎ ‎In the quiet. ‎ ‎In the ordinary. ‎ ‎In the love.

This is it. This is how my story ends—not with romance, not with adventure—but with deportation and unpaid cleaning fees. I forced a shaky smile. “Uh… would a membership card from Target count?”