Love Alarm Novels & Stories

*Timeline: April 19th, 2022. 6:00 AM. Malibu Beach House.* *[SFX: SILENCE. THEN LAUGHING. THEN 2 WEEKS. THEN US.]* *6:00 AM. [SFX: MONITOR. THEN GIGGLE. THEN NOT ALONE.]* No alarm. No 2 AM. No barking. 6:00 AM. Nursery monitor. _Static. Then giggling._ Two voices.

SUBJECT A: ALESSIA (ANASTASIA/KATERINA). SUCCESS RATE: 98%. FAILURE TRIGGER: EMOTIONAL OVERLOAD (SUBJECT B). "They don't want us to escape," I whispered, scrolling through the data with a feverish intensity. "They want us to 'fail.' Every time we love each other, it creates a spike in our neural energy. That energy is what they harvest to power their global surveillance grid. Our love isn't a fluke, Lorenzo. It’s the battery." Lorenzo walked over, his hand trembling as he touched the screen, looking at a photo of us from a life we never lived—standing in front of a burning manor in the 1800s.

Golden eyes glowing in the shadows. She stepped forward but the ground crumbled beneath her feet. She fell. She gasped awake, sitting up with a jolt. Her forehead was damp with sweat, and her pulse raced. She checked her clock on the table it reads 3:30 am. “ Ugh that dream ” Ally groaned Outside, the wind howled louder than usual, like something had passed through Cold Valley in the dead of night. Alison’s fingers brushed the bracelet again. It hummed faintly beneath her touch.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

I clicked on the playlist Eli had made for me a while back, it felt fitting today. Cue the mix of Post Malone and Selena Gomez. Definitely Eli’s taste. By the time I stepped out of the shower, I felt... marginally better. I guess the combo of warm water and slow music really did something for my nerves. I wrapped my hair up in a towel and sank into my bed again. Drying it could wait. I picked up my phone and stared at Aiden’s name. Still unread messages. I wasn’t even mad at him anymore, okay, maybe a little bit. I knew it wasn’t his story to tell, but my heart still felt like an overstretched rubber band, hanging on the edge.

I had stayed awake for an hour just watching her, counting her breaths, memorizing every inch of her face. I sat at the edge of the bed and grabbed the pillow, sniffing it and inhaling her scent. My eyes watered as the memories came in a flood. Our last moment together when I told her I loved her, haunted me. I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. I missed her so much it was making me sick. My phone buzzed. A reminder notification. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the screen. Birthday reminder: Bowie Reyes- December 18th.

The morning in Bora Bora broke not with the gentle, tropical sunrise Aurora had expected, but with a sudden, frantic vibration. Liam's phone. It was on the nightstand, buzzing against the glass top, a persistent, angry insect. Aurora stirred, tangled in the white sheets and Liam’s arms. For a moment, she was disoriented. The smell of salt. The sound of the ocean. The warmth of his skin. Then, the reality of the buzzing phone crashed in.

Psychiatrists aren't that powerful," someone replied and dismissed my worries. "It's just your love fading away. The amnesia just hit the fast-forward button on it." "Love is a fleeting chemical reaction, after all." "That sounds miserable for your husband. If you can't get the feelings back, just get a divorce and stop dragging it out," someone suggested. "But what about my son?" I asked. "I carried him for nine months and gave birth to him. He's my flesh and blood, so how could those feelings fade, too?" The tone of the thread shifted. "That part does sound off. Are you hiding anything from us?"

"That's not how it works." "Isn't it though?" My phone buzzes again. This time it's a group chat—apparently I got added to one called "Pack" without my permission. Alvaro: Morning beautiful Javier: It's 9 AM. Let her sleep. Alvaro: She's awake. I can feel it through the bond. Luciano: That's creepy, Alvaro. Alvaro: It's ROMANTIC Me: It's definitely creepy. Alvaro: See? She's awake. I was right.

Celus straightened up in his seat and cleared his throat. "I will have my warriors search for a scent that is out of the ordinary and I can let you know." There was a knock at the door before Carl and a young woman entered the room. Celus immediately recognized her. "Thank you, Carl. Salen, come take a seat by me." The beauty bowed her head and took the empty chair to the left of Darron. Her scent invaded his senses making it nearly impossible for him to focus. "Alpha Celus, this is my mate and future Luna, Salen." Celus held back a growl.