Late Love Novels & Stories

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

Love and family. THE END

Yet now, he was the one who hurt her the most. A single tear rolled down Mabel's cheek. Slowly, she picked up the pen and signed her name. "I hate you, Lennon." After signing, she tossed the paper aside and forcefully pushed Lennon away, quickly inserting the oxygen tube for Gisselle. Lennon picked up the paper elegantly and replied calmly, "Love makes hate possible, Mabel. I know you love me. Don't worry. The position of Mrs. Shepard will always be yours. There's only one week until our wedding. This time, I'll make it spectacular."

Talk about bouncing back strong. Leaning in little and tightening her grip on Luna's hand, Ariah looked Luna in the eye, "Listen, as much I hate to say it, you're going to love him for a long time", at this, more tears rushed to the surface and Lu closed her eyes. Ariah tugged at their linked hands, "Look at me", Luna opened her eyes, "I'm not going to tell you to hate him because you can't. That's the reality of the situation. You'll always love him because love doesn't just go away and if it does immediately then it's not love. Hell, you might even love him forever and that's okay. But you know what's not okay? The way he treated you. You're Luna Lowell. A fucking work of art. You're a liv

"I love you." THE END

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

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[AGATHA NGUYEN] The raw depth of her words made my chest ache with a profound, overwhelming adoration. I squeezed her fingers tightly, a single tear tracking down my cheek as I delivered my own response. "I spent years believing I wasn't worthy of a love like yours, Lexie. I let my own insecurities tell me that I had to choose between being a writer or being the person who holds your hand. But the moment I almost lost you, I realized that my talent means absolutely nothing if I can't use it to write a future for us. You broke your own walls to protect me, and today, I promise to spend the rest of my life ensuring you never have to put them back up. I promise to love you through the writer's

So that he will return to being the only woman Fero. "Fero... why do you say that. You can't not love me anymore. There must be something wrong with this. I'm sure you're doing this because of your mother right? You're just afraid that later she'll get mad at you right? .. you don't have to care about your mother. All this time we love each other. That's more than enough. Don't think about other people. The most important thing is that we are happy. Don't care about your mother. She doesn't know anything about our love. I beg of you Fero. Don't leave me, right. We must continue to be together until the end. Yes dear? Fero? You want to stay with me right?"

Joelle "So where does this leave us?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty, as I took slow sips from my cup of coffee. "I don’t know," I replied, the words slipping out hastily, carrying the weight of my own confusion. "Us." The word echoed in my mind, carrying a weight that stretched far beyond its simple letters. Could there truly be an "us"? The past weeks had woven a tapestry of emotions, where he had become a haven, a sanctuary in the midst of my chaos. Each visit to him had turned into a lifeline, a respite from the challenges of reality. But was he more than that? Or was he merely that, an escape, a temporary refuge from my troubles? I felt butterflies in my stomach ever