Lost Love Book Novels & Stories

He shouted as I walked away, "Fine, I had a slight thing for her. I was under so much stress starting my company, and you were busy with school, not around all the time. But believe me, you're the one I love most. Even when I misunderstood you, I never wanted to break up. I was going to propose after graduation." "Enough!" I cut in. "Don't you get it? The moment your heart strayed, we were done. You're just easing your guilt now. Even without her, there'd be others. If we got married, it'd only end in divorce because of your cheap character." ... Shawn choked out, "I'm sorry, Scarlett." Pain took hold of him. He couldn't say more. I faced him one last time. "I loved you once and gave you eve

To those finding true love: true love,is always understanding,it patient,it stays,it shares your pains and joy And in the last line of the book, she wrote: Love, the kind that stays, isn’t loud. It’s steady. It lingers. Like a whisper at the edge of sleep. Like hope. Like home. it every thing that will ever complete you THE END Dear Readers, please drop Your comment for the review of this book.... and get ready for my next book.. thank you!!!

It was because I saw my gifts in the trash the very next day when it was taken out. They were not just throwing away gifts though. They had tossed aside my heart. My intentions. Perhaps Harvey was remembering those things now, for after that single comment, he fell silent again. A flicker of regret passed over his face as if he were realizing, too late, that he could have treated me better. Too bad. His remorse had come too late. Call it retribution, but just then, a speeding truck barreled straight toward their car. Dad slammed on the brakes, but for some reason, the brakes failed.

The scene before me was like a knife slicing through my heart—a tender tableau of affection and shared understanding. There they were, the two of them, perfectly in sync, as if the rest of the world didn't exist. If I were still alive, I would undoubtedly have been the thorn in their side, the obstacle in their love story. Turns out, falling out of love doesn't take years; it takes but a moment. And in that instant, the obsessive love I had clung to for Grayson vanished like smoke in the wind.

Memories of her family's demands, societal expectations, and fear crept in. "Was loyalty worth losing love?" she pondered. Longing and sorrow entwined. Her chest tightened. Fingers instinctively reached for the hidden leather-bound journal. Yellowed pages revealed her truth. "I loved him," she whispered to the night. Tears fell, mingling with forgotten dreams. In the stillness, Adeline confronted her shattered past, lost love, and haunting choices. Six years ago, Adeline stepped into her opulent mansion, drenched in rain, her elegant frame shrouded in misery. Red, puffy eyes betrayed her shattered soul. The hospital's chilling confrontation still resonated.

We made so many memories with the girls and planned to do a lot of things with them later. Until what happened, until I got myself into a mess I couldn't amend, until I broke all I had built with my one mistake. And then, everything and everyone I loved seemed to move away from me, including Sophia. The distance between us drained me out. It all took another turn that night—the night I lost the woman I loved the most, the love of my life. I lost her and all reasons to ever love again. And now, I was stuck with another woman, one who might lead to my own destruction.

” I asked her with furrowed brows as I struggled to form a single sentence from the jumbled words. ”Look, here, it reads about a boy who will be destined to lose his lover. Their love is unstable to begin with, a bond that has not yet formed. Broken and lost before a chance had been given they shall wander eternity without the half that was given. Once a deal is made the love shall with the years fade away. The boy shall not seek redemption as his one true love is gone and left behind is a broken heart and the pieces shall be forever lost.” I drew in a double breath, my heart was aching, hurting from what Lydia read. Who was this boy? ”Avery,” Lydia said and slowly turned her head to look at

Pieces of lives she didn’t live, but could step into for a moment if she wanted. She paused in front of a small sign taped crookedly to a shelf. Stories for the Lost. Her lips curved despite herself. “Fitting,” she murmured. She scanned the titles, her eyes catching on a worn paperback with a cracked spine. The cover was faded, a sunflower sketched in uneven lines across the front. It looked loved. The kind of book someone had carried with them through seasons of their life. She reached for it at the same moment another hand did.

"Gay man who openly confesses in front of a man he loves, even though I know ... that Jack is a normal man, not an abnormal like me." Reo looked up at the gray clouds in the sky. The dark sky is lit by clusters of stars without the mother moon. It seems like the sky is showing its gloomy mood, like how Reo felt on the rooftop in an empty building. "Jack ... I love you. It's only because of you that I survived. However, when I think back to what you said a week ago, I feel that I don't deserve to ..." Reo took a deep breath. Blow it out hastily. "Living in this world." Reo added, continuing the previous words.

I looked at the big drawing book and opened it. "You look beautiful today." that makes me smile Next page "I love the way you smile right now." Next page "At high school, I never treat you right. I'm sorry." Next page "You always shower me with your love, care and everything but I kept hurting you." Next page "One day that I realise that I start to miss you because you're gone. I was an idiot." Next page "But here you are, sitting beautifuly and I still can't believe that you're mine for 5 years."