Langston Higgins Love Story Novels & Stories

From the very first time I met her in the kitchen two years back, she made me feel hard just by looking at her. Many says this is not love, but this what I have. I am loving her the way I want to. Her humbleness, her selflessness makes me fall in love with her again and again and every time harder from before. Call it an obsession or whatever, I'll name it love. My love. Ha, mere ander hawas hai. After all she is my fucking wife. (yes I lust for her)

But Lincoln insisted he’ll pay so… Lincoln told the waiter their orders and while waiting, Lincoln was telling him a story. It wasn’t a normal story. It was their love story. “And so we met on…” Lincoln continued their fake love story. Shun had to try his best not to cringe or laugh. Lincoln has a talent for storytelling (he seems to love doing it), and this will help them secure their pretend relationship with Lincoln’s parents, but this is beyond ridiculous. His head is aching when Lincoln was telling him how he courted him, how they fell in love with each other—he wanted to cry.

In that moment, their hearts whispered promises of eternity, a love that transcended time and space. Their love story became a legacy, passed down through generations, a tale of resilience, compassion, and the transformative power of love. Lily and Ethan's love, like an eternal flame, continued to burn brightly, illuminating the lives of all who encountered their story. And as the world spun on, their love remained an everlasting reminder that with love, support, and unwavering dedication, even the deepest wounds could be healed, and the human spirit could rise above any challenge.

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied Well, that was what she wanted, wasn't it? I had to play by the rules of her games for a while.

My twin sister, Vivian Hall and I were inseparable. Then she died. Three months later, I married her husband, Lawrence Peterson. For five years, he only touched me once a year, on our birthday. He made me wear her silk nightgowns. He made me put on her signature red lipstick. He forced me to mimic every detail, from the exact way she brushed back her hair to the soft sound of her voice in the dark. "Lift the corners of your lips," he whispered against my skin, his breath burning hot, his words ice cold. "Vivian never smiled so cheaply." He pulled me closer, burying his face in my neck. "Do you know why I only touch you tonight?" he breathed. "Because tonight is the only night I

In the city of LoveStar, there lived Mr Anderson Lawson. He was a very strong, vibrant hardworking young man who was the most adorable and admirable of all his friends and folks. Mr Anderson is from a family of five, with two siblings, Amelia and Donald . Mr Anderson is the youngest of all Mr Lawson's children. He was the most pampered and spoilt child, but despite all that, he never allowed any of those love, care, and concern from family to get the best of him while growing up, and understanding the world around him. Rather, he applied wisdom in all he was doing, without hurting the feelings of anyone.

A bond that strengthened through trials and tribulations. A love that laughed at impossibilities. Uthando's laughter echoed, a promise of a brighter tomorrow. Their illicit love story became a legend. A testament to love's transformative power. A reminder that true love conquers all. *Love is love, even if it is illicit Like light remains light, even in the darkness* - - - THE END “Dear beloved readers,

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door. The two women outside froze when they saw me. "M-Mrs. Sullivan." I smiled politely. "Please, don't let me interrupt." After washing my hands, I dried them slowly and adjusted my hair in the mirror. The two women stood awkwardly nearby, unsure whether to leave or stay. "Oh, by the way," I said suddenly. They both jumped. "Charlie and Lynn indeed grow up together," I said calmly, "but I'm the one he fell in love with."

"I had never loved any man like I loved you Ethan. And she'd found out about us." "You were playing poor, she was going to get rid of you if it meant I wouldn't destroy the plan of getting married to Julian, so I had to... I had to break up with you. I had to leave. I had to accept such cruel fate that was forced down my throat. Become a trapped worthless wife. But now you're here, I—I feel stupid." "Lia—"

Each time, I loved him more. Josephine’s POV I began writing again. Pages filled with our story the real one. The version no one else knew. Not the pain. Not the bitterness. But the moments that mattered. The stolen kisses. The late-night laughter. The promise sealed in blood. The child that became a bridge. I wasn’t writing for the world. I was writing for Noah. So he’d know how loved he truly was by both of us. Noah stood at Kenneth’s grave weeks later, letter in hand, wind brushing his face like a blessing.