Kisah Cinta Kita Novels & Stories

I'm happy with how I'm living my life . At some point in my life , I hated everything . I thought I was unfortunate but troubles don't last forever. I and Kingston separated after highschool , we got back together again even if we were at each others throat . Then I left when I was pregnant with our first child , then fate brought us back together . I guess our love story is a frozen romance . I'm happy with my family , I'm happy with Kingston and my love for Kingston has not changed . I love him so much .

Kenan ordered with a sardonic grin. "Who are you to give me orders? I'm not your husband, sir," Andien replied curtly. "You are my wife and that status will not change until we get divorced." "As far as I am concerned, we were already divorced when I realised that you had no affection, let alone love, to give. You don't expect me to remind you of everything you ever said to me, do you?" Andien challenged sarcastically. "Darling, did I ever say love to you, even when I touched you?" said Kenan mockingly, making it clear to Andien that Kenan had not changed.

I said as I touched my forehead to his, trying to console him. "Don't say sorry. I love you." "But, Kenzo, I'm still confused. I'm starting to fall in love with you again, but when we found out that Kent and Aria were not really married, I started to hope again that we could be together. And now he's still pursuing me. I can't help but hope. I'm sorry, but do you know how thrilled I get?" I said, looking into Kenzo's eyes, and I saw the pain there. I sighed.

A truth that I would never admit to myself, even if I were tortured. “Yeah, it was purely coincidental but I think that set several things into motion for us and here we are…” Kelvin finally finished weaving the purely fictional story of how we met, fell in love, and got married as opposed to the truth, with a big smile on his face. “Happily married and in love.”

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

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.

But most of all would I give up everything to just know that you would be alive? Our love story wasn’t a normal love story it wasn’t like the ones you read in fairy tale books or romance novels. It was a love story of love and betrayal one that kept plaguing both our lives. We were doomed from the first time we set eyes on each other, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to love you.

Together, we face our demons, and in doing so, we emerge stronger than ever. Our love story isn't one of fairy tales and perfection. It's a story of resilience, growth, and the unyielding belief in the power of love to overcome even the darkest of secrets. And as we stand here, hand in hand, I know that our love has been tested and proven, and nothing can tear us apart.

His kiyu and Esha _ ____________ "We weren’t perfect. We were bruised, broken, and beautifully undone. But in the end, we found what all the love songs forget to tell you — That sometimes, the greatest love stories are the ones you fight the hardest for." _____________ ______The End _______ The Other Woman ***

he continued, his voice low and husky, "but it was ours. And wouldn't trade it for anything in the world." A lump formed in my throat as I looked into his eyes, the love that shone within them as bright as the day we met. Taking a deep breath, I spoke, my voice thick with emotion. "Me neither, Ethan. Me neither." We spent the rest of the evening reminiscing, laughing, and crying as we revisited the chapters of our extraordinary love story. From the chaos of the initial forced engagement to the quiet comfort of our present, we had woven a narrative that transcended expectations and societal norms.