Los Imprevistos Del Amor Novels & Stories

I didn't think I would ever feel again what people in love feel: the nervousness, the butterflies in my stomach, even stuttering. I didn't plan it, it just happened. What I would have liked is to have met Antonio before Estefania, but, well, he and she are very much in love. And I'm just an inexperienced teenager who still sleeps with a teddy bear and is even afraid of the dark.

And as his last message denies giving up its stinging effects, I’m left with eyes stung by tears… again. “Fuck.” I don’t want to cry. I have done enough of that already. But every word, every pause, every intonation that comes with ‘Love, whatever you see after now, know that what we have is not a deception. I’ll remain the man you adore, the same one that cherishes you. Now and forever. Te Amo’ carries a share of turbulence fierce enough to slit through mountains.

Seeing her hesitation, Estelle teased, “You sure you don’t like him? I heard he’s incredibly handsome. You’re telling me your heart doesn’t race around him? You’re not sleeping in separate rooms, are you?” “W-What? Estelle! I told you, I don’t want to develop feelings for anyone,” Amora stammered, flustered. “But, it's not impossible that you won't fall in love again, Amora. Love always comes at unexpected times and to unexpected people too. Watch out for your own words,” Estelle said with a serious face. “Why are you being poetic? And cursing me, no less?” Amora grumbled. Estelle chuckled and decided to drop the teasing. “Oh, by the way, I have something you might find interesting.”

Badump, badump, badump, my heart thrummed loudly inside my chest. “Pietro, Il primo amore non si scorda mai.” (You never forget your first love) I don’t know how I managed to look straight at her after hearing her confessing to me in Italian. I felt drugged by her voice. “Anyways, L’amore non e bello, se non e litigarello.” (The course of true love never runs smooth). She continued. I don’t know if it’s just me, but it’s really getting hot in here. I can now see that Pericles is right. This really is a bad idea and I’m afraid that Lucrezia is already shooting on my defenses.

The love they had shared, the promises, the plans—they all seemed so fragile, like delicate threads that had unraveled with each passing day. Isla closed her eyes, feeling the weight of the truth settle in her heart: they weren’t meant to be. It felt like a cruel twist of fate, a cosmic imbalance, as if the universe had played its hand to separate them. In that moment, Isla understood the painful reality Vincent had tried to convey to her—that despite the depth of their love, it was simply impossible for the sky to meet the earth.

Gavin replied with a shrug. Leila finally found her voice. “You love me?” Gavin stepped closer to her, knelt in front of her chair like they were the only two people in the room. “Yes. I love you. And I do not care what it costs me.” It was ridiculous. It was the kind of scene that belonged in a badly written romantic movie but God help her, she was melting. Right then, she forgot all about Adele and the baby and their messed up life and all she could think of was Gavin Hasters proclaiming his love for her.

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

I sit with her until the awkwardness that came through the window, through the thin cracks between the louvres, picks its luggage up and leaves, by the exact same window. * Love is God-made cocaine, with no side effects—Amanda

He reminded me, like he suggested, of all the things I forgot about myself since Lance dumped me. For Jian, lust means imprint, not love, I remind myself. But he’s wrong. Maybe that's how I can pay him back. I can show him that lust is lust and when he does imprint, he'll know I'm right. He'll know that imprinting is love at first sight, a binding love, and there is no choice in it. I know I am right, but doing this means I must gamble that my definition is the right one.

" Even if Agatha wants to talk, nothing seems to come out of her mouth correctly. Even she began to question whether there was any basis in what Clover was implying. "Are you breaking up with me? We can still talk about it clearly, Clover. We can.." Clover lowered down, tilting her head as her tears preceded to fall. "Talk? Really? How could we talk if, first of all, you can't be honest with yourself and your feelings, Agatha? And I'm not breaking up with you but freeing myself into this uncertainty meddling up between us." After that, Clover took off. Agatha was puzzled by everything that seemed to occur so fast that she didn't notice her love life falling apart.