Last Of Love Novels & Stories

Taking a deep breath, she spoke in a hoarse voice that Hendrix had never heard before. "I'm sorry. I did this because I had to tell you something. Once you left, I finally realized something. The truth is, you've always been the only person I love. So it doesn't matter who you love. I will never agree to let you be with anyone else. I'm the only one who can be with you for the rest of your life." She finally revealed her vulnerable side to him, though her confession sounded more like a demand. Hendrix found it absurd. Snorting, he asked, "Are you sure you're not talking to the wrong person, Sabrina? You shouldn't be telling me this. You should be saying it to Rowan instead."

“Hate lasts longer than love. The only thing I want is never to have anything to do with you again, in this life or the next. “If you manage to survive this, don’t ever show up in front of me again, Yaron.” Then, I pulled my dress free from his grasp and walked away without looking back.

A bitter smile pulled at his lips, while his eyes were filled with pain and defeat. "I know I messed up, Tali. I was an asshole. But now, I realize that I do love you. I don't like Nellie anymore. Are you really telling me that you don't have feelings for me?" My tone was thick with scorn as I spat, "Did you love me when you bankrupted my family's company? How about when you stood by and watched my father die? Did you love me when you plotted to have my uterus removed? "You want to know how I feel about you, right? Well, I feel disgusted!"

He noticed his phone was on DoNotDisturb icon and switched it off from there to notice numerous missed calls and messages he had received. He read through most of them with sweaty hands and an upbeat heartbeat. They all said the same thing. Maya had sold his properties. Maya has sold his cars. Maya had sold lands he owned. Maya had sold his houses. He had loved her too much and included her name in all his properties ownership. He had trusted her so much. Her, the wrong person. Love was his sin.

“This place will outlive us, Emilia. But it will always carry our story.” As they sat together, the stars seemed to shine brighter, as though the universe itself was celebrating their journey. Their love, resilience, and the legacy they had built were woven into the fabric of the vineyard—a testament to the power of family, hard work, and enduring love. The final harvest wasn’t just about grapes; it was about cherishing the past, embracing the present, and sowing the seeds for a future that would continue to bloom for generations to come.

Elias didn’t pull back. Their faces were close now. Close enough that I could see the storm in Elias’s eyes. Close enough to see something colder in Cassian’s. Neither of them looked at me. They looked at each other. Hunter. Vampire. History burned in that space. And I was the fault line splitting it open. Elias spoke. Not louder than the storm. Sharper. “By authority of the Order… Selene Virell is declared irredeemable.” The words hit harder than the blade ever could.

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.

After Halle Anderson cheated on me and came back to me, I gave her three chances to cut ties with her lover. She grabbed the opportunity and spent those times with him. They had dinners together, did crafts, and she even spent whole nights with him. After that, she threw everything that was related to her lover away and held my hand again. “Believe me, I’ll never betray you again.” One day, I got into a car accident with an energetic young man. He angrily gave someone a call, and I heard my wife’s best friend’s voice coming through. “Halle, I’m telling you to not go. You’ve used up all three chances. Grant will definitely divorce you if you do so.” Immediately after, I heard Hall

“I wanted forever. But forever wasn’t mine to give. So take what we had and burn it bright. And if you ever doubt—look at the stars. That’s where I’ll be watching.” His chest hitched, his breath faltered. He closed his eyes. His last words fell like ash and flame. “I love you. More than power. More than blood. More than life itself.” The screen went black. And Ayla’s scream ripped the world apart again. The Widow of Fire Days became weeks. Weeks became blurred fragments of grief.

she yells right before her gun goes off and I see stars. Niki really shot me on my heart, yet it’s not hatred I feel as I take my last breath. “I love you with every fibre in my body,” those are the last words I want her to hear~~~~~