Love From The Past Novels & Stories

"I thought I could protect you, Evelyn. I didn't want the shadows of my past to cast a pall over our present and future. I wanted to give you a love unburdened by complications." The ache in my chest intensified as I absorbed his words. "But what we built, Alexander, was it ever real? Can I trust the love you profess now, or is it just another layer of deception?" His eyes met mine, an earnest plea flickering in their depths. "Evelyn, my love for you is genuine. The fabricated past was a mistake, a misguided attempt to rewrite history. Please, don't let my actions tarnish what we have."

I slowly shook my head. I looked at him, inch by inch, carefully examining the man before me, the one I had deeply loved for fourteen years. Not too long ago, he had been bragging and telling me he just needed a break. He believed that with fourteen years of love, he was confident I wouldn't leave, so he didn't care about my feelings. But those words and actions of his haunted me in the midnight hours, causing me to toss and turn in self-inflicted agony.

With the other hand, I caressed his head. “ I know the love and respect both of you have for me, and I can never in my life doubt it, but the truth is bitter.” “ We are ready to face anything. Our love for each other is too strong to be broken by a piece of the past .” Jai’s words encouraged me. Flashback

"I might still have never saved him, but if I had just lowered my guard just a little and been friends with him, I wouldn't have hurt him so much. He wouldn't have died with that kind of painful feeling. I'm not a royal so I'll never know what it feels like to be seen as just a title. But I vowed at that moment that I would never submit anyone else to that. I vowed that I wouldn't hurt someone in that same way again." Understanding dawned on me and I rested my other hand on his. I gave him a soft smile, leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Thank you, Crispin." I whispered. "No one is perfect. You weren't to know back then that you had hurt him as much as you did. We can't change the past

“Yes. You proposed and I said yes.” “Liana, I know I hid the truth about my past and—” “Everyone has a past. You loved me even when you knew my parents hated me for being a bad daughter, you did not care when I told you I was not a good person, I was what my parents made me believe I was. You never cared. And I loved you knowing you are everyone's favorite. You don't want me to stop loving you because you have a dark past, do you?” I shook my head. Fuck, I wished I met her before.

Give me the fork, I am starving" Nancy said, taking the fork from Kingston, which made him laugh so hard. Kingston loved how Nancy would enjoy meals. He loved her enthusiasm when it came to eating meals prepared by not just him, but anyone. He watched her devour the pasta he made specifically for her, and his heart filled with happiness. Is this the reason why I love her? because she eats whatever I give to her? or do I love her because of her personality? Kingston thought to himself. Being a chef, nothing pleased Kingston more than seeing people eat the food he prepared. He becomes elated just filling people's stomach with food. Kingston was a chef by day and a secret service agent by night

But being with Lydia is different. Their tea time always has the bitterest coffee and the sweetest sweet go together. Neither Lydia nor Raylan complain about the other's taste. In fact, they drink together so much that their tastes change to resemble each other. Yet, they never realize that. They only consider it as something normal happening to their lives. Lydia stops at the coffee her friends were talking about. At first glance it's an aesthetic coffee shop with the name "The Forgotten Time". Hearing the name, Lydia can't help but giggles. This is definitely Raylan's favorite type of coffee shop. A vintage and somewhat mysterious one.

I destroyed everything. My father’s plans. My future. The arrangement that was supposed to secure power, wealth, protection. All of it… gone. Because of one night. Because I let myself feel something I was never supposed to. Because I chose him. Even if it was only for a moment. ⸻ But here’s the truth I can’t run from— John is the only man I’ve ever loved. The only one I ever will. And no matter how far I go… No matter how much I try to erase him…

"Why can't you just set me free? There are plenty of women who like you. Why must you keep barking up my tree instead?" Aster didn't deny it. "But I realized that I've fallen in love with you. You were the one who laid my mother to rest five years ago, and ever since then, our fates have been intertwined. I had been too ignorant of you in the past, but it won't happen again. I swear." Carina still felt a little embarrassed hearing Aster bring up Selena's funeral. Selena had been very dependent on Carina in her final days, and she even requested that Carina take care of everything, including the funeral, after she had passed on.

He slumped to the ground, lifeless, and began scrolling through old photos. When he came across images of himself with woman after woman, he felt the sky collapse above him. That was when it hit him—I had known everything. I hadn't argued, hadn't cried, hadn't begged. Because I no longer cared. Sometimes, silence wounds deeper than screams. It's only when the love is gone that detachment feels effortless. And so he cried like a broken man, because he finally understood that I didn't love him anymore. And that was what tore him apart.