Ketulusan Cinta Novels & Stories

After she broke up with Gregory, I confessed my feelings, and our relationship deepened. I thought I had finally found love, drowning in the dream Ellis wove around me—only to learn the truth. She never loved me. Her tenderness had always been a lie, a cruel game of revenge. She watched coldly as I spun in circles like a fool under her control. At dawn, I heard a man and a woman talking on the staircase. When I opened the door, Ellis paused mid-sentence. “Russell scraped his knee and got a few cuts. His place is too remote. I decided to let him stay here for a while.”

he told me and although he was right, I wasn't backing down. "How long have you been eavesdropping? And by the way, you don't know that skunk. She would have never let me walk away so I just hit her before she could hit me," I defended again and he sighed in defeat. "Whatever, It's your business at the end of the day. I'm guessing you're the type of woman who feels she's so strong, a million hateful eyes won't hurt her but believe me you're wrong. Not having a partner isn't the only thing that makes a person lonely. When the people that love you are peanuts compared to the ones that hate you, you'll feel their hate and contempt in the form of loneliness and no man can take that loneliness aw

“Stop being such a soulless asshole for one damn minute and listen to me. I know that ice cold heart of yours is shut off to feeling anything warm and tender for her but trust me, the moment you lay eyes on those violet colored orbs, you will feel everything you try so hard not to feel in there. It doesn’t matter what I make you feel because it will be you who will feel the connection, the warmth, the yearning. It will be you who will struggle to end her life because you will feel like you will be ending your own. You won’t…” “Shut up Elijah! Shut up. I don’t want to hear anything like that ever again. You’re wrong. You’re trying to mess with my head. I will not become a mushy lovey dovey do

[Don't get out from your doorstep] Tanha raho ya bheer mein [It doesn't matter if you're alone or in a huge crowd] Hoti nehi kaam yeh tanhaayeen [The loneliness won't fade a bit] Yeh ishq mein seelan bhari... [This love is filled with so many holes (wounds)] Aati kaha se hein gehraayi... [How does the density come in love?] Kaise rahega tanha akela... [How will you live lonely?] Ae dil tu maasum he.... [Oh my heart you're very innocent/naive] Aate hein kaise aankhon mein aansoo [How do eyes get tears (of sorrow)]

"Keep it a secret? Everyone knows you're registering your marriage and having a wedding next week! How the hell are you going to marry Joanna now that you've already registered a marriage certificate with Cassandra? It's against the law for you to have two marriage certificates!" "That's enough!" Sebastian's expression darkened as he said impatiently, "My marriage with Cassandra will only last for two years. After that, we'll get a divorce. "I'll arrange a fake marriage certificate for Joan next week, and the wedding will go on as planned. There won't be a problem as long as you all keep quiet about this fake marriage certificate!" After hearing this, Zachary was so furious that he hung up i

"Stay here with Amanda, Ms. Sanders. I'll take care of the fees." Tears welled up in Charlotte's eyes as she stared at Jonathan gratefully. He patted her shoulder soothingly but shot me a dark look. "Tessa, if you apologize to Ms. Sanders and Amanda now, we can move past this." His words stabbed through me like a dagger. The burning sensation on my calf was nothing compared to my heartbreak at that moment. I stared at the man I had loved for the last six years. A bitter smile etched upon my bloodless face as I relented. "Fine. I'm sorry."

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.

Donovan blinked at the sight of empty bottles scattered across the floor like broken pride. “Don’t tell me you’ve been drinking this much just because she’s ignoring you,” he said, half amused, half annoyed. Noeul folded his arms. “Kelvin… be honest. Do you love her?” The word love echoed in Kelvin’s mind like a distant scream and he gave a bitter laugh. “Love her?” he scoffed. “She loves me. That’s the difference.” Donovan smirked. “I would’ve called you delusional, but hey, if you’re still dreaming, I’m here for the show.”

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

The vulnerability in his voice was unlike anything Isla had heard from him before, and it made her chest tighten with a mixture of awe and wonder. Vincent wasn’t just yearning for her physically—he was yearning for all of her, for her heart, her soul, her very essence. The rawness of his love was palpable, and it was a love that didn’t come with strings or conditions. His affection for her was pure, unguarded, and without hesitation. In that moment, Isla understood that what they shared went beyond the physical—it was a union of two souls, bound by something deeper and more enduring.