Lost In Love Book Novels & Stories

" That's called numbness. A state of being completely numb. " " Really? " Essy asked. " Yeah. " " But how is it possible that you know this but I don't? " Stacy questioned. " Well, I read about it in a book and there the Writer explained it in detail. " " Oh wow! So what's the title of the book? " " Depressed: love yourself. " " So it's not romance? " " Yeah, it isn't. It's mostly about a unique siblings relationship. " " Oh. Who wrote the book? "

He chuckles a bit before he continues again, "Who would have thought that I'll marry you that day? My first love, the only girl I've liked since I was five until now, remains you alone and the only one, Athena. It was you who was able to make me vulnerable and willing to do anything just for you. I don't care if you change. I still love you and will only love you." "You know what? If our love is a storybook, we would meet on the very first page. I guess the last chapter will be about how I'm thankful for the life we've made, Athena. And if we had babies, they would look like you. I want them to look like you, it'd be so beautiful if that came true. Athena, you don't even know how very speci

I muttered, looking out the window to hide the tears gathering in my eyes. "Like hell you don't. Look at me!" he barked, and I was forced to turn to him. There was pure pain in those eyes. "You owe me an explanation, because you threw away everything we had. I loved you, Nora, and you replaced me so fast. Hell, you practically had a baby milestone ready the moment you left my sight. Was he waiting in the wings the whole time? Was I just a placeholder for another guy? Why did you do this to me?"

She had only lost someone who was never truly hers. And that— That was freedom.

They were together all the time in the past month, except when they were at work. The media had caught pictures of them entering and leaving their home more than once. They were even given the nickname of 'Siamese Husband and Wife' by the media from how glued at the hip they were. Sadie had experienced true love with Blake. She used to think she had felt true love for Chad, but she realized it was not truly love after she got with Blake. Sadie was smiling when she walked out of the elevator. However, before she could reach her parking space, someone struck her behind the head with a club.

Dear Readers, Thank you for taking this journey with Lost in Pain. From the first chapter to the final page, Aurora and Zane’s story has been one of ambition, desire, and the intricate dance between power and love. Short Summary: Lost in Pain is a story about Aurora Lupin, a brilliant and ambitious woman who finds herself drawn into the dangerous orbit of Zane Wilson — a man as powerful as he is irresistible. Navigating a world filled with corporate intrigue, temptation, and life-threatening challenges, Aurora learns to reclaim her strength, define her boundaries, and choose her own fire. At its heart, this novel explores the tension between passion and control, the resilience of the human s

She had never loved again. It wasn’t a story that had been erased. It was a story that had been buried. The girl had grown old, carrying the pain inside her, never speaking of it. When she died, the memory of that lost love had seeped into the ground, into the trees, into the very air of this place. It was a story that had never been told, and so it had festered. Liora opened her eyes. Tears streamed down her face. The sadness was so pure, so personal.

It was clear why my mother had been so adamant about this marriage. I gently traced Lucian's delicate eyebrows. Rising to meet his gaze, I leaned in and kissed his lips. "No, the only regret I have is meeting you too late. I've never regretted any choice I've made. Now, all I want is to be by your side for the rest of my life." For a moment, Lucian's body stiffened. Suddenly, he drew me into a tight embrace, deepening our kiss. In that instant, I realized true love wasn't distant or unreachable. Even the briefest encounter could blossom into something lasting.

It was the wrong passcode, and the suitcase wouldn't open. He stopped and considered other combinations I might use. He tried my birthday, but it didn't work either. After several tries, during which he went through my birthday, his birthday, and the dates of our various anniversaries, the suitcase still wouldn't budge. Half an hour later, he seemingly recalled something and turned a new set of numbers, his hands shaking. The new number he tried was 308. With a click, the suitcase zippers popped away from the lock. Tears filled Alexander's eyes. 308 was our intended wedding date. It was a leap year, and the 3rd of August was symbolic of the words "I Love You"—three words, eight letters. I h

No! The ache in my heart intensifies until I can barely breathe; in this dizzy state of denial and confusion, the rest of her words continue to penetrate my foggy mind. "You may like him because he's lost, but do you know what happens to people who love lost boys? They become lost themselves... I just hope a part of you is still there" * * Hurting is what makes love real, but sometimes there's a hidden voice within you secretly hoping that it will be different, something better.