Kisah Cinta Kita Novels & Stories

Ridhima said as more tears slipped from her eyes Her mother understood that something concerning her love life has happened. "Ridhu, I didn't lie to you about love that doesn't care about perfection or beauty. When love happens nothing matters if your partner is perfect or not. Let me tell you a story then you will get what true love is" Her mother said

“Well, you know me. I love you, Miranda. Promise me you will never leave me, ever. Whatever happens, you will always be by my side. We guys may appear tough, but trust me, when it comes to love, we are all emotional fools.” “I love you too, Eric. I promise I will never leave you. I don’t think I would be able to handle living without you again.”

Perhaps just love at first sight. That evening, she took permission from her mum and went to the hill. From afar, she saw that he was already waiting for her. She hurried up to join him, "I am sorry I am late". "It's Ok", he replied. He was silent for a few minutes, possibly looking for some words to initiate a conversation. "You are beautiful!" He blurted out. "Thanks. A lot of people said that", she replied. He smiled, looked at her, "you are smart too". "How did you know?" She asked. "I just guessed". She looked deep into him and said, "You are a werewolf". He was shocked, "how did you even know that? Are you a witch?".

🥀🥀🥀 Kiara Pov Each day I was becoming depressed as I could see my marriage shattering into pieces before my eyes. If Bryant hadn't shown me so much love and confessed to me that he wants to spend the rest of his life with me then I would have walked out of this marriage since it was a contract Marriage but now that we have shared so much love between ourselves it was hard for me to leave and I pray and hope each day that my marriage will work out.

I pulled out the card to read it before he came. "My love for you is like a flower, it blooms every day. from the moment I set my eyes on you, until this day. I promise to nurture what we have and protect you with all I have" it read. it was handwritten making it more romantic, I held on to the letter smiling at the words. I thought he didn't like me. I had tried not to think about the marriage or my choice all day but thinking about it now, Ibrahim seemed deliberate and sincere. "Ma'am Mr Mukhtar is here to see you" Flora said over the landline interrupting my train of thought.

Our love story continues to unfold, a beautiful chapter in the book of our lives that we will cherish forever. This is just the beginning of our journey together, and I can’t wait to see where it takes us next. With new responsibilities, new adventures, and new challenges ahead, I know that as long as we have each other, we can conquer anything that comes our way. Our love is a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding us through the unknown with strength and unwavering devotion.

she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then that’s what we’ll do. Grow old together, no grand palaces needed. I promise," I say, kissing her forehead. "Wherever you go, I'll be there. We'll face everything together." The flight stretches before us, a long journey home, but with Emma by my side, it feels like the beginning of a new chapter—one filled with hope, healing, and a renewed promise of love.

she began, “you were supposed to be a distraction. A firefighter with a smile too steady for a girl who lived half in her imagination. But somewhere between the brigadeiro, the burned toast, and the nights we stayed up talking about everything and nothing… you became my home.” Her hand shook a little, but she didn’t look away. “You taught me that love doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be real. So I promise to be real with you, even when it’s messy. I promise to make you laugh when life feels heavy, to feed you even when I burn the toast, and to love you in every language I know, for the rest of my life.”

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?”

The tie clip inside was still delicate, and the card read: Safety, health, and mutual trust are the best marriage. After reading it, Shen Zeyan gently hugged me. Instead of an expensive gift, he took out a family agreement we wrote together: Communicate frankly immediately when encountering any problem, without hiding or bearing it alone; Trust each other firmly and not be influenced by external rumors or malicious videos;