Last For Love Novels & Stories

"I love you too, babe." THE END

Luna continued, "It's okay not to be the first love of someone we love. We can be their last and forever love. Susan will be your forever love, Zayn. It's not a big deal to have a first love which was broken, when you're in love with another person now." "Woah," Daniel interjected, "do you have any first love now? Am I your last love?" "No, you're my first and last love," Luna claimed. Daniel raised his eyebrows, and Luna added, "I'm telling the truth. It was just an attraction at that time with that guy. You don't know how I insulted him and chased him away. I got manipulated that time. That's it. I don't have any feelings for that guy." "Is that so?" Daniel asked. Luna affirmed, "Yeah, you

Ten years of youth and devotion, and in exchange, she had built a fortune worth tens of billions, while I was apparently worth only five million. Holding Brad's hand, she slowly walked out of the hospital room. My vision blurred with tears as I called out softly behind her. "Olivia, I hope you don't regret this." Her footsteps paused briefly. Then she replied, "I hope you and your new lover find happiness too." After she left, I sat alone on the hospital bed and looked down at the photographs in my hand with a bitter smile. Half a month ago, the woman in those photos had suddenly grabbed my arm on the street and pulled me into a tight embrace.

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

No matter how long it took, no matter how slow they had to move—he was going to prove to her that they were worth fighting for. Because some loves were meant to last. And theirs was one of them.

You're already married. "Not suitable, so we broke up." She explained casually. It seemed like she still had to consider this house. Natasha looked disappointed. "Senior, I still love him. Do you mind?" Valeria looked at this earnest girl. She knew she liked him, had liked him all these years. "I don't mind. I'm married now." Did she really not mind? She didn't know. Maybe she just wanted to convince herself by stating the fact that she was married. "Senior, do you really not care anymore? You loved each other for so many years. Do you know? All these years, I felt like I was dying!" She expressed her pain. She had lived miserably, unable to let go of someone, foolishly in love.

Together. His whole body shook with painful sobs and uncontrollable hiccups. Her own eyes teared up, as she raised her shivering hands to hold him, for the last time and rubbed his back without uttering any word. She didn't realised when he released her, confessing his love knowing there won't be any chance left with him after that. "I love you and will keep loving you only, till my last breath."

Leaving Reo who is dead with lice with a million pieces of destruction in his feelings. Reo looked sadly leaving Jack. He said falling in love is never wrong. However, why is the feeling that Reo is experiencing is considered wrong, and disgusting? Worse yet, the one who said that openly was Jack, the idol of the heart for the past two years. "Jack, I'm always trying to get to you. It doesn't matter how you look at me, because I really love you." *** Jack couldn't understand Reo's attitude lately. Reo was like a man Jack no longer knew. Even though it has been ten years the friendship between the two is fine. Unfortunately, their relationship soured when Reo said he was gay.

Florence knew how to turn things around, making it seem like I was the one causing a scene. “May your love be as fragile as these flowers,” she said. I threw the fresh-cut bouquet she had given me not long ago at her feet. The blooms had already begun to wither, petals scattering across the floor, just like the love between us. She froze, and I didn’t look at her again. Before I stepped out the door, I heard Florence grit her teeth and hiss a threat behind me.

I used to tease her about it. "I love you," Julian said. "Get some rest, okay?" The silhouettes merged again. He was touching her, while telling me he loved me. "I love you too." The words were automatic. I'd said them thousands of times over seven years. But that was the last time. I knew it with the same certainty I knew the sun would rise tomorrow. That was the last time I'd tell Julian Hart I loved him. The call ended and I watched him toss his phone. I could see the motion even from there, the careless way he discarded it. Probably onto Serena's couch. Our couch was cream-colored, I wondered what hers looked like.