Love Hurts Novels & Stories

He had to be honest, though—it was for his sister’s publications project. "Maybe... I’m not sure yet. It felt like admiration that faded after a week." Sounded more like infatuation. "How many girlfriends have you had?" Another dumb question. "One in high school and one in college." "Do you believe that love is blind?" Definitely not! Love is about acceptance. He placed his palm on his face, realizing this questionnaire was probably just part of Ashley’s joke. She knew he hated talking about his love life. Sipping his coffee, he moved on to the next question—then nearly choked when he read it.

Samantha raised up her head and looked Into Allen's eyes. "Allen, you have my heart. You have my body and everything that is of me. When I love, I love with all my heart. Sometimes, I choose to listen to my heart and not my head. Although listening to both is very important in a relationship, but I get carried away. I feel bad about this. I feel you are hurting yourself because of me. Why would you want to ruin your beautiful hands because of Kay. I am sorry about all this, I truely am" Samantha said, apologetically. She took Allen's hand, the injured one, and brought it closer to her lips. She put her lips on it, with the bandage and all. A drop of tears fell down the side of one of her eye

Love and family. THE END

“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?”

He let her touch him, understanding it did not make him who he was. "You're different now," she panted, her hands frozen. "Then you are," he answered on a gasp. They stood there for a moment, locked, bodies still, hearts trapped. "I love you, Adrian Lancaster," she gasped into silence. He smiled, pulling her close. "And I love you, Elara Whitmore. With all that I am." Outside, the leaves danced in the wind, and the stars gazed down on them, witnesses to love that had overcome abandonment, sickness, and fear—and found refuge in the earth of healing.

From hate to love. ~THE END~

I can't live like this it's not even been 2 days and I already feel my eyes dried up from all the crying. I picked up my phone and saw it was a message from Branden. "I'm sorry Diana... Don't shut me out I can't stand it, I'm sorry I couldn't love you I really wish I could" I dropped my phone and shut my eyes, reading that message made me feel glum and more sorrowful than I already was but I had no choice but to accept my fate.

“That’s where you’re wrong. It’s quite the opposite actually. Loving her has given me the strength to do what I should have done years ago.” “Oh yeah? Well it’s clearly also making you stupid. What exactly is your plan here? You just gonna shoot me? You and I both know you would just end up in a jail cell.” “I don’t think you’re fully understanding this. I don’t care. I would kill for her. I would spend the rest of my life in jail for her. I would do anything for her. That’s where your plan to torture me failed. I bet you didn’t count on me loving her enough to destroy my own life to save hers did you?”

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?

Caleb's voice was choked with emotion, and I had to focus hard to catch every word clearly. "They touched me, but I washed myself clean—over and over again. Lily, I'm not dirty. From the past until now, you're the only woman I've ever loved. That's never changed. I love you. But it's because I love you that I hate the pain you've caused me." 'I love you.' Those three words made me freeze for a moment. It had been years since I last heard them, but now they only felt bitterly ironic. I was dying. What use was this love to me now?