Love From The Past Novels & Stories

I needed her acceptance of the love I was offering—the love that burned so fiercely inside me. Would she ever love me back? Or had her past closed the door to her heart forever? No matter what, I wouldn’t let her past destroy what we could have. I would fight for her, for us. I will make her fall hopelessly, irrevocably in love with me.

He knew he could take you there, and that I, for my part, would only shout across the widening gulf in a language you'd come to fear. The pen inscribed the paper, making its mark. I love you. The words stood alone, naked and unadorned. They weren't crying. They were a fact, naked and barren as a headstone. I love hearing you when you are explaining to me some hard business problem, the way your mind wrangles order out of disorder. I love the substance and gravity of you on this earth. I love the memory of you napping in a chair in the library, a ledger across your knees, full, with exhaustion from building a future for my impossible. I loved our life. I loved the world that we built, the one

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

"Now we're back to the nickname...have you forgotten Kareem? You called me by my name yesterday! All because of what? All because of that woman! I didn't even do anything wrong Kareem! What is my offence? tell me....what?" "I'm sorry beautiful please forgive me,I swear I was just confused yesterday that's why" "And now what? You want me to leave your house because the woman you really love is back?" "What? NO! You aren't going no where,this is your house, I love you Maryam with all my heart,when I said you're my present and my future, please believe me coz I'm ready to make our marriage work" "And your past? Your past that showed up yesterday? " "You just said it beautiful, she's my past and

I love everything he does and I will never get tired of them. "This... Is us. Me and you. It's you I love, Ashley, not anyone else. Not Heather, not Karina and not any fucking girl from my past. That's what they are, baby. They are my past, and that's what they will remain. You... You're my fúcking present. " He grunts as he keeps his pace fast and rough. I lift my head slightly and press my palm against my mouth; muffling the screams that fall from my mouth.

I whisper. “Yes… you are. Think about it, and you’ll see it. You’ve been afraid to love my dear. Let him give you what you have missed, let him show you what love truly means, and stop going back to the past. After all, as mates, he will love you just the way you are.”

My avoidant fiance refused to talk to me about anything. Every time we fought, he would put on his earphones and turn the volume all the way up. This time, we were arguing over laundry detergent again. He impatiently slammed the earphones on me. "Are you seriously going to do this again, Jessica? You fight because of bad photos. You start a fight because I didn't take out the trash in time, and you start fights because I forgot our anniversaries. And now I can't even choose which detergent I use?" I stared at the red mark on my thigh and the broken earphones on the ground. I saved up most of my salary for that. It was a present, but now he was using it to vent. Yet he had kept the laund

I asked, my voice trembling. Grandpa’s eyes softened. “You stay. You fight for him, even if it means fighting for his heart. Love is the only thing that can heal the past. It’s never easy, but it’s the only way forward.” I swallowed hard, the weight of his words crashing over me. Love. It sounded so simple, so impossible. But maybe, just maybe, it was the only thing that could save Lionel and me from the ghosts of the past. “Do you think it’s possible?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

For another man. Her father may not be the bestest husband in the planet, but she knew that her father loved her mother dearly. Na kahit pa sa huling hininga nito ay hinahanap-hanap pa rin nito ang ina niya. She had asked her father how and why he still loved her mother that way. His answer baffled her. He said it was because he promised to love her mother until the day he dies. She honestly thought it was bullshit. How can you love someone who was unfaithful to you? Worse, how can you love someone who was not in love with you? "It's happening in a month. And I want you to walk me down the aisle," patuloy nito habang patuloy na nakatuon ang atensiyon nito sa pagkain nito.