London Love Novels & Stories

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

“I expected you to arrive later in the evening.” “I managed to talk Javier into buying me lunch,” London said, pulling down her skimpy sweater. The jeans she was wearing were far too tight, but her slender body had an aggressively sensual sway as she sauntered to the door. “See you, Javier,” she said, waving as she departed. Javier leaned back against his desk, eyeing his secretary with curiosity. “It is a pity truly that all our talents are not as easy to handle as London.” “Yet you manage to handle most of them,” answered Ella pointedly.

Imogen said to Lilith, "its not even night time and fat Dea has already disturbed the bed." Imogen snickered while Lilith merely spared her a glance. Dea rolled her eyes and flopped on her back, closing her eyes.Imogen and Lilith acquainted themselves with the room, so thoroughly, one would think the only thing missing in their hands were a microscope. "You know Dea," she opened her eyes to see Imogen standing before her. "You never did tell what you met the king for." And she never intended to, thought Dea. When she didn't reply, Imogen tsked. "Already whoring yourself Nadea?"

“It is not a big deal.” Zuki’s voice drifted over. “Sheila, I hope you know this boy is in love.” My whole body went stiff. Bobby laughed. “I am in love with finally getting this project to work.” Zuki smirked. “That is not what I meant.” He looked over at her, eyes lingering a second too long. “So, London. How is it over there?” “Cold,” she said. “Crowded. Fun if you know where to go.” He relaxed back in his chair by the desk and gave her his attention. I sat there on the bed, hands in my lap, listening as they slipped into easy talk.

She spat, "That has nothing to do with you. At least I'm a willing party even if he lies to me." She quietly looked at him as the soft light radiated on his exquisite face, bringing out the depth of his eyes. She showed no signs of backing down or raising her voice in a heated argument; she spoke calmly, "I love him, so I don't care about everything else. You're right—love makes people blind. I don't need you to show me who he really is. Even if he's useless, weak, or doesn't care about me, I still love him all the same."

SUSAN Susan's phone wouldn't stop buzzing after Bode posted her pictures from Linda's birthday at the club the other night. In fact, that is her most-liked post on the gram and she still can't get over the fact that people would rather admire half-naked girls than fully clothed ones. She is bewildered as she reads comments upon comments from people who she assumed to be ghost followers and even some of her friends who only remember she exists whenever she posts a cute picture. She scoffs and laughs as she reads Bode's caption to her picture again "this guy is a fool!" Her phone buzzed again, this time it was Henry liking all her club pictures and adding possessive comments on each "Mine" "My

Some of the papers mention COVID warnings from our merger partners, advising us to hold all meetings via teleconference. Of course, Mr. Wilson refused. Said he needed to look them in the eye to make sure he got the best deal. As for me? I barely know what COVID is. I eat, sleep, and follow Jonathan Wilson’s orders. That’s my life. He says I’m going to London with him, so that’s what I’m doing. I finally find the itinerary—exactly where I said it would be—but it’s covered in handwriting. Looks like a packing list. Whatever.

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

I can clearly feel the hunger in his passionate kiss, I put my hands in his neck, he gently pulled me closer to deepen the kiss and I barely can take a breath but neither anyone of us wanted to apart our lips. He breaks the kiss, letting me breathe, we both were breathing heavily, our eyes finally met he lightly kiss me before speaking. "That's how I feel for you my elie, I love you" his words straightly hit on my heart, he not only confesses how he feels but he also gives me a new name elie. *Bang* *Bang* Before I could reply we heard peoples screaming. And running towards us. I Glance back and saw some odd-looking men are firing a gun in the air from a black SUV.

"I wasn't done talking!" Everyone turned towards us as they began whispering amongst themselves. My cheeks hurt from receiving two resounding slaps within seconds, but it was nothing compared to the hurt I felt deep in my soul. I thought one's mate was supposed to love them. But there's no atom of love in London's eyes. And he was always nice to me saving me from Elsa....was that all fake? Or was he disappointed that I was his mate? "Do you think I'll accept you as my mate just because the moon goddess destined it?" London asked, accompanied by a menacing laughter.